Sienna

Sienna's fair utopia

A place behind the eyes

A place I've always dreamed of

A place where no one dies

And music from your child hood

See's the memories from your past

What was it you told me

When we met December last?

Boy you mean the world to her

You have to understand

Her heart is thin and fragile

and you hold it in your hand

Each other day expecting

But it never turns to blue

All these false alarms

I'd say she's probably in love with you

They

They sell it to the children

In such a perfect way

They sell it to the children

Who don't know shit from clay

They pay to keep it digital

They pay to keep it clean

It's cheaper to make R&B

Then cultivate a scene

The money speaks the loudest

The money draws you in

And then before you know it

You don't know what your in

The past serves as a lesson

But never serves to show

They'd rather make some money

Than help the young'uns grow

Johnny

Johnny's addicted to the computer screen

It's pretty sad to see,

I try to tell him of the many places

A man his age should be

But Johnnys got himself a second life

And he never seems to tire

Too many of my generation lost

The burning and the fire

I never want to be like Johnny man

I never want to spend

My days inside with a plastic bride

And a 10 bit for a friend

Mother

I'm turning into my mother

That's all I have to say

I'm turning into my mother

Pushed everyone away

Don't think I never loved you

But as an old love used to say

I'm turning into my mother

With each and every day

Televisions Death

I want televisions death.

To spark off something new.

An army of revolutionaries must take hold.

Some one needs to take life firmly from behind and let her glorius centre be fucked until it falls apart with ecstacy.

My life is in Whitechapel, Hampstead, Highgate.

My life is in the beds of strangers. Women who offer offer shelter for song, who look to the drink and the dance and the laughter.To held by the neck and happy everafter.

To sing songs into the womb of a supermodel.

To have the picture of a girlfriend worth having in my wallet.

So when my body is found flat under a bus; The portrait of her'll be something to clutch.

Saying look at me world, I came this close.

To My Last Lover

You make me wish i was cooler and better looking.

You make me see how stale I've become.

You make parts of me flourish.

You make me feel that somehow it's going to be alright.

If the world ended today and you were my last lover I'd be at peace with that.

Alison

When I look back on my life

Reflect on every kiss,

I'll be grateful to my maker

for every girl like this.

She will wake up wealthy

and I will wake up 21.

She will wake up Wealthy

And I will wake up 21.

Peta

Chiswick station

Meet me at 2

With that swagger of yours

And that skirt you wore the first time we met

And that same look in your eye

Like you had just been beaten up

You know you're glorius don't you,

How has no-one ever told you?

You know you're glorius surely,

Am I the first to tell you?

Chiswick Station

Nerves on my skin

And that swagger you own

And these streets that you humble

And that look that you shoot

That can leave a man breathless

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And So

And so she crept away

The house she left was still,

Tomorrow soon is coming

Some hope it never will.

I tried to make her see

That love is more than ties,

Between the life we lead and one we leave

The good love lies.

Some say that we are dreaming

I know this to be true,

The days all roll together

As death will make us new.

With that she walked away,

we'd nothing left to speak,

I always seem to say goodbye,

and tears come down her cheek.

And though it isn't easy

It's how it has to be,

You know sometimes I wonder

Does she have it in for me?

Paris

Paris did you hear me?

Cry into Your night,

The Street-lights never answered

I still have hope they might.

Paris do you see her?

As she can see you too,

Sifting through the darkness

And finding love anew.

Paris I have loved you

Your women and your floors,

You took me in so many times

I am forever yours.

JF

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