Each and Every Little Thing

You’re a cross between Proserpine,
Medusa, seducer,
All of Jupiter’s moons
Move in rings around you.

And the pull of your hips
Keeps the world at your feet,
While the milky way pales
To the pearls of your teeth.
And every living thing I know evolves around,
And every living thing I know dissolves around,
And every living thing I know revolves around,
Each and every little thing you’re involved in.

To watch your eyelids come down,
Closing over your eyes,
Is to watch as the stars
Disappear out of sight.

And your cheekbones that rise,
At the sides of your smile,
They have taken control
Of the seas and their tides.
And every living thing I know evolves around,
And every living thing I know dissolves around,
And every living thing I know revolves around,
Each and every little thing you’re involved in.

The most aesthetic anaesthetic,
The prettiest of stimulants,
For the effect you have upon me
There is no equivalent,
Because like every living thing my life evolves around,
And like every living thing my life dissolves around,
And like every living thing my life revolves around,
Each and every little thing you’re involved in.

Lilly White Witness

Beneath the lily white moonlight
That visits your room
Your lily white lady like
Frame starts to croon
For some kind of life
To come close and collide
With you skin, just a touch
Just a graze is enough

And the curtains they move
With a motion that soothes
Everything but the dust
Drifting silently up
From the sheet that conceals
Your white lady like frame
And its flesh from the rest
Of the world as you lay

And you stir in your sleep
As you dream as you do
Through the day to be made
To feel loved and awake
But for now let the moonlight
Be a witness to this
You’re a beauty who’s only
Sin’s not to be kissed

And you dream in the night
As you do though the day
That one day you’ll be made
To feel loved and awake
But for now let the moonlight
Bare witness to this
You’re a beauty who’s only
Crime’s not to be kissed

Saint Peter's New Post

Saint Pete was up there polishing
His pearly little gates
And checking the obituaries
Against his list of names
He hadn’t let a soul inside
For something near a year
It had gotten so damn slow up there
He had gotten bored to tears

He looked down on our swollen rock
To see what was going wrong
He almost died of shock when he saw
What was going on
He saw us sipping coffee
Drinking, fucking, puffing smoke
And he saw the fun we’re having
With our coke and womenfolk

Then he headed back to heaven
Where he wrote his resignation
He stuck his halo in his sack and
Headed to the station
He arrived onto this planet
Just a little while later
And the first thing peter did
Was try to find himself a mate

“What?” he says “I been alone
For near two thousand years
And I had got so fucking bored up there
I had gotten bored to tears.”
He said “now I’m here I may as well
Go do as others do
I would say ‘when in Rome’
But that’s one place I aint going to.”

He caught a tube to Camden
Walked around the market stalls
He got himself some cowboy boots
And a hat to top it off
He found himself an Irish pub
Where he stayed until the dawn
Drinking whiskey in the company
Of the land lady Shavon

Well peter pulled some strings and
He asked Jesus one last thing
He figured jesus owed him
For his executioning
A flash of light and peter cried
In joy and disbelief
For now he is the land lord
And Shavon's his best barkeep

“What?” he says “I been alone
For near two thousand years
And I had got so fucking bored up there
I had gotten bored to tears.”
He said “now I’m here I may as well
Go do as others do
I would say ‘when in Rome’
But that’s one place I aint going to.

In The Mind of Your Maker

I’ll watch your gold hair on my shoulder
Shifting slowly as you sleep,
I’ll watch your little eye lids quiver
As you sink into your dreams
I’ll feel your head upon my arm,
And your cheek move against my palm...
It seems you were designed
With me in the mind
Of your maker.

I’ll watch your thin and pretty skin
Silently move as you breath in,
Ill watch those lips around your mouth
So slightly move as you breath out,
I’ll watch your body as it lies
Without a sound down next to mine...
It seems you were designed
With me in the mind
Of your maker.


It seems you were designed
With me in the mind
Of your maker.

Holly. (Dream sometime 08.)

In a dream you were dead you were old
In your bed there was dead flesh and bones
And the flesh you had left was a wriggling mess
It was riddled with maggots and holes.
You hair had been savagely torn
And your body was savagely warm
The air equally thick with the smell of decay
As the swarm of flies recently born.

And I fell to my knees
and I gagged and I wept
‘Till my stomach grew dry
and my eyes were too wet
and too raw to see anything more.
and I called out your name
in a voice broke and lame
I called ‘Holly oh Holly, oh Lord’

On my hands I crawled out of the door
And I picked my self up from the floor
My shirt was a mess from the retching and tears
That had soaked me right through to the core.
It was too late save her I know
But I had to give something a go
If she stayed in that room in the buzzing and gloom
Then those insects would swallow her whole.

So I made my slow way to the head
Of her bead and I untucked the sheet
And I wrapped it round Holly like an unholy shroud
And I made myself ready to lift
And I scooped her up into my arms
And I think I did more harm than good
With a sickening click and the crackle of bone
Through my arms rotten body parts slid

And I fell to my knees
and I gagged and I wept
‘Till my stomach grew dry
and my eyes were too wet
and too raw to see anything more.
and I called out your name
in a voice broke and lame
I called ‘Holly oh Holly, oh Lord’

A Change, Ah-well, U-huh

I can surf the world’s web pages
To my little hearts content
But I cant sail, cant even swim
Don’t even much like getting wet
We used to navigate by moon
And now we navigate by Google
Oh, aint there anybody else who
Thinks there’s something that we’re loosing?

I can drink a mochachino
Watching digital TV
But even if I faced starvation
I couldn’t grow a thing to eat
I can get everything I want
And I can satisfy my greed
I can make money for my vices
But make nothing that I need

Oh aint there anybody else who
Thinks there’s something kind of odd?
We’ve gone from fit and able cave men
Into lazy little gods.
And aint there something kinda creepy
Kinda strange or kind of queer?
I can do nothing my ancestors must
Have done to get me here.

We utilise our satellites
As we used to use the stars
With GPS and 3G gadgets
We can tell just where we are
Using signals sent to space
Where some tincan bounces them down
We can be guided to our nearest
Take away or cinema

Are you sure we built the pyramids
With those big ol’ bricks and all?
Oh I cant even go two rounds
Of playing Jenga till it falls.
As for the great wall of china
I’d hesitate to say that I’m a
Part of any class of mammal
That could have handled such a task

Oh aint there anybody else who
Thinks there’s something kind of odd?
We’ve gone from fit and able cave men
Into lazy little gods.
And aint there something kinda creepy
Kinda strange or kind of queer?
I can do nothing my ancestors must
Have done to get me here.

Cherry Red Baby

Her skin grew the colour
Of the pale white moon light
And her teeth turned the colour of gold.
She had rings on her fingers
And rings round her wrists
And ten carefully painted red toes.
She was pretty and young
Once, and loving and sweet
And her cherry red hair matched the paint on her feet.

She was my cheery red baby

We both took an oath
Half a lifetime ago
I once dreaded the day that it broke.
But the longer she lived
The less I could resist
Wrapping my hands around her white throat.
She was pretty and young
Once and loving and sweet
And her cherry red lips matched the paint on her feet

She was my cherry red baby
Well I finally snapped
And I launched an attack
And I jumped and I punched on her head.
In a blizzard of fists
And a fist full of screams
I made sure my poor baby was dead.
Then I looked at her face
Like a raw piece of meat
And her cherry red blood matched the paint on her feet.

She was my cheery baby

We said death do us part
Well we’ve parted at last
I got murder and blood on my palms.
Now her body lies deep
Beneath her cherry tree
And she flows through its roots and its leaves.
And I can still tell when my
Cherry Red weeps
There’s a blizzard of blossom that falls from the tree.

She was my cherry red baby


She was my cherry red baby