Sentimentalists
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Artwork by Linda Schwab
OLD SOD

During the day, the things I do
Are walking the streets & eating cheap food.
If I get bored I might stare at you. 
To save some money on videos
My X-ray eyes see through your clothes.

Some people might say my life is boring
But in my dreams I'm working hard
Treading linen by the yard.
Nobody calls me a lazy bastard in dreamland.

Designer clothes that I have got
Are from George via charity shops.
My hairstyle’s called "all shaved off."
Some people say my style is cheap, they say:
"You can't pull birds dressed in that shit." 

When my Father died
Was the only time I’ve had a luxury ride
My Mother left her purse on the back seat of the hearse
It’s all she could think of as they put my Dad under the sod, the sod, the old sod.

During the day the things I do are walking eating & excreting
The night will find me sleeping
Perchance dreaming.

Words by Sibmaud/Fowler  ©
THERE IS NO ROOM IN THE SOUL FOR ALCOHOL

When I drank booze I had the blues
I was born to lose, I had no shoes
But now I’m through with booze I can’t lose, I’ve got shoes

I’m a happy chap, I know where it’s at
It’s really out of this world
Up there in heaven is where I want to be
When this body is turned back into dirt

There is no room in the soul for alcohol

Everybody I know lives in mammon
They don’t know really what is happening
Fleeting moments of intoxicated abandon
Are no more than temporary physical reactions
Drinking wine and getting fined
Drinking booze and getting bruised
Getting screwed and feeling used
All my senses have been abused

If you want to live your life in peace
All this drunkenness must cease
There is no room in the soul  

Smoking cigs and doing digs
I flipped my wig I did
Now I’m through with this shit I’m hip
I’m the captain of my ship

Words by Sibmaud  ©

THE TAKE-OUTS


Your records look like someone has ate their dinner off of them
Your hair is growing back white
You need to dye it ginger more often

Your pie & pea supper has made you throw up
You were dragged up from the gutter 
By an alcoholic father & neurotic mother

What do you look like?
Standing there with puke on your dress.
All of your life, You never looked such a mess.

Your husband has left you with a dose of the clap
That he caught from a woman who I think I once had

So you went out on the town to cheer yourself up
& now you've come home & thrown it back up.

You don't have much left, your song has come to an end.
The old needle is rasping against the labels edge

But you "Reach Out & Touch Somebody's Hand,"
It is that of the stranger who offered to lend
You a tenner for the taxi & some take outs.

But he is fast on and starting to snore.
You feel suicidal because you are so bored
Then you break wind and follow through.
You slip on your vomit and knock out a tooth.

Words by Sibmaud  ©

TOILET ATTENDANT


I would have been okay if it hadn't been for them
But then again I'm my own worst enemy
It's pointless pointing the finger of blame
When the four other fingers are pointing right back at me

Occupational substance abuse
Could well be the cause of death for me
Methyldioxy-methamphetamine
I'm talking about a drug called ecstacy

I had a job in a club cleaning the lavat'ry
I was also a drug dispensary
I saw Kate Moss going for a pee
So I opened her door & I asked her to marry me

When she was in Leeds Alicia Keys bought E from me
I didn't know her but I asked her to marry me
I fall in love with every woman I meet
All because of a drug called ecstasy

You know you only do it because your life is shite
And it only offers temporary respite
You are ruining your health & damaging your brain
Paranoia is the first sign that you're going insane

It's a shame to go through all that pain
Like the old song said; you've got nothing to gain
But you just can't bear the feeling of shame
So you go back & do it all again.

I would have been okay if it hadn't been for them
But then again I'm my own worst enemy
It's pointless pointing the finger of blame
When the four other fingers are pointing right back at me

Words by Sibmaud  ©

HAVE A GO AVOCADO


Every time I stand up someone says "sit down"
Someone takes my seat every time I turn around
You can stay if you can pay but if you can't you won't
And don't say you deserve it when you obviously don't!

As crazy as a waitress walking down the street
Serving her good looks to everyone she meets    
Everyone eats food, when they're hungry if they can
Do the mashed potato, have a go avocado

The size of my belly gives lie to my austerity
The size of the gut on me exposes my gluttony
Money is the honey money is the bread
Drugs aren't funny when they mangle your head
Do the mashed potato, have a go avocado

Words by Sibmaud  ©

THE NEXT THREE FLOORS


Woke up from dreaming of rare 45s
It's so cold at night I go to bed at half past nine
I hope it gets to morning  time before I awake
But it's 2am, it's Tuesday and it's dark until 8

I'll contemplate my strange set of affairs
Having my pockets picked by millionaires
I wonder are those Bullingdon bastards still awake
Scheming of how much I don't have they can take

I'll lie in bed to keep warm and imagine the stars
Through damp, dark clouds and the next three floors
I'll curse the government, I'll count sheep, 
Think of Ted Hughes' poetry, dampen my sheets
Any way I won't get back to sleep

I don't think I'm going to get much done today
I don't think I've got that much to do anyway
Maybe alphabetisise my 45s
Chronological takes too much time

I liked our days together and I miss you sometimes
It's 4 years since I've seen you and you still come to mind
I mainly thinks of you on nights like these
And wonder could we overlook each other's dis-ease

I'll lie in bed to keep warm and imagine the stars
Through damp, dark clouds and the next three floors
I'll curse the government, I'll count sheep,

Think of Ted Hughes' poetry, dampen my sheets
Any way I won't get back to sleep

Words by Fowler  ©
“comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable” - Reinold Niebuhr.