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Challenger

Heat Shield

You wear your muddy boots
In my newly cleaned rooms
You wear your evening shirt
In the middle of the afternoon
You wear a look on your face that says
'Hey i feel betrayed'

And you wear me out
What can I say

Take our lives in tiny breaths
Broke up like communion bread
Can't tell if it's an odds on bet
Or good dough after bad debt
We rent out on the cheap
The one thing we both ought to keep

And I never offer more than scraps of me to you

Take our love like half skimmed milk
(we hold on, hold on)
Wear rough wool instead of silk
(we hold on, hold on)
And rent out on the cheap
The one thing we both ought to keep

Challenger

In the days since the crest of a wave ran ashore
No-one really figured out what opposable thumbs are for
On the day that Apollo returned from its tour
No man had gone so far before, the aeroplane, the ocean floor
For stones, dust and the same old love we had before

You and I walk upright and make fire with our brains
But never really wriggled out of the jaws of our gold age
Our hearts copper pennies, shiny and cheap
The flesh you leave upon the bone, you can't baggy-up and keep

The current carries us along
Till something strikes a line
Gets caught then slips from my hands
With a splash and I row back to land
It's true

Invincible History

F:
Checked in at noon, there was no-one around
Between the razor spins and the scissoring
I left the blonde in the basin, squeezed out the brown
And I paid the room, took the first car I found
Broke in through a side door; easy now
Crossed the border before the sun had even left the ground
And left a dog eared bible; they got there at dawn

D.I.
'Rolled the stone away, there's an empty cave...'
But no-one ever really gets to be reborn

And I should know.
Tyre tracks in the earth
One day soon I'm gonna reel you down
If I have to scour out the whole damn earth

For new prints in old skin
For new leads in old hair
Half used
Half spare
Halfway there

F:
6 foot of skin, and I'm laying low
From a cold flophouse, I put the call out
'hey don't you have someplace better left to go'

D:
The bloodhounds in my heart
Have their nose to your scent
When I cage you I'm gonna feel new somehow
Hey turn around
We'll make these cuffs fit you yet

Like new prints in old skin
Like new leads in old hair
Half used
Half spare
Halfway there

On The Cancellation of the Constellation Programme:

Let's dance, let's dance
Tan-lines on your hips in my hands
Let's live as if there's a ballroom wherever you stand

Yellow swallows
Way up in an arpeggio
Dew hung from the bone of the grass
And the sun as it rose

I don't want to be the one to tell you it's no good
But it's no good

We grow old as an oak does
Waiting on sorrow to show
Like a bill in the post
That you can't pay but cannot ignore
Whatever you choose

The Rebel in Love

How does that old song go?
Well I’m just a man
You’ve got to have a plan
Tonight I want to turn you on

Take it easy babe, do it long
Take it easy babe, bang a gong

Tonight I want to turn you on

Lv space hol

Space Holiday

Well I'm leaving this house and I'm heading to school,
I'll make friends my own age and learn how to play cool,
And when I'm done here I'll be smarter and fitter than you
I hope this is over soon.

Now I'm leaving this school and I'm heading to work
I'm gonna work so hard for each penny I earn,
So tie up my tie, put on my shoes and my shirt
And food on the table, whatever I'm worth

Now I'm packing my bags, and I'm leaving this town
My friends you can stay, but I'm moving around
And you can come visit, that’s up to you
But if ever come home it’ll be too soon

Now I’m tired of this city, I'm leaving again
To breathe in the air of some new continent
I spun a globe atlas put my finger somewhere on it
And that’s where I went.

Now I’m tired of this planet and I’m moving away
I’ve saved up some money for a holiday in space
And you’d think I’d get lonely in the vacuum where I stay
but I feel ok

Now the place I was born is asking me back
And I’ll answer the call now I am an old man
With a ticket for re-entry and a scheduled shuttle to catch
And a parachute to land.

And when I’m done living, won’t you spread me around
I don’t want to end up six foot underground
Scattered my limbs, confetti covered in blood
Let thm find me somewhere
Like I never could.

Little Vehicles

I awoke to discover all my friends were gone.
Petroleum and polythene can't account for everyone.
Dusted the soil from my lower back
and left their lonely empty vessels decomposing in the grass.

Now at home in the dark with the tv on,
reporters at the scene, dead buddies all stretchered along.
Smiles peeled; vacuum sealed.
'These are the things that we leave to you unhealed'.

And of course we got suckered, we were young and dumb;
screaming nests of baby birds desperate for their mothers to come.
I didn't die but I almost died
in the heat of the dreams that they give to you,unrealised.

And I'll never get over it, while I still walk the earth.
I checked all I am at the door of the park on the floor where the others were.

'Do you dream of coming home?
Do you dream you could have followed us?'

Escape velocity

Escape Velocity

Me and my first love, planning to die young;
we've got stones in our pockets as we head to the lake.
Me and my first love, our heads in ovens
or sponge on our skulls where it's shaved.

We know they don't give a damn about us at all.

Me and my first love, carried as angels,
like helium balloons above all the hum where it's safe.

We know they don't give a damn about us at all.

We're delivering this one way out of the park, pure hearts in a vacuum.
Our return calculations are scrawled and long and deliberately wrong.

That's alright if that's not how you wanted to live.

Saturday Morning Cemetary

Mary don't be sad, don't be blue
I've been planning to accompany you
Past the trees and past the gate where the toffee apples bloom
In that secret crying place where they bury dead cartoons
And we're not sad, we're not blue
But no-one really cares but me and you

How the apples are rotten, the worms inside are dead
Bites I'm taking seem harder to digest
I was painted here with you by a child's naive hand
My horizons askew, the sky never meets the land
But we're not sad
We're not blue
No one really cares but me and you
Stuck here in the cemetary where they bury dead cartoons

Where there's stale candyfloss, chocolate crosses, alopecia, peter pan.
It's happening again.

Theme tune ghosts singing on the breeze
We've been living two dimensionally
Change the volume, change the channels, there's nothing left to see
But for when they're installing a headstone at your feet.

But don't be mad
Don't be blue
Nothing’s quite so sad as me and you
In the cemetary when we're burying cartoons

Abraham de Moivre’s Blues

Abraham is a rational man
he files his papers, organizes pens
he squawks in time with the battery hens
he knows exactly how and when his life will end

I'm not the kind of person you think I am
when i feel in my eyeballs the first bloom of spring
I feel in my nose holes the first frosts begin
but pay no attention to him pay no attention to him

Abraham is a rational man
but behind his skin is only hatred and ham

I'm not the kind of person you think I am
when i feel in my eyeballs the first bloom of spring
I feel in my nose holes the first frosts begin
but pay no attention to him pay no attention to him

Conan

Fear and Trembling:

My darling dear girlfriend, my heart is on the mend
Deeply sewn up but glowing like an angel would
Among all my nervous friends

My darling dear girlfriend
In my eye's unbandaged lens
Cleaned and redeemed, now the tears are done
The surgeon's moon the sky held up; I don't mind the ugliness
The sun tacked up and twinkling, the oceans all are poured back in
But we still haven't figured out just what to do about it now

My darling dear girlfriend, fruit ripe inside your hand
Deep in the hazel-wood, fingers full but only gums
And no teeth inside your head
And then a sudden withering; the skin that you were settled in
But we still haven't figured out just what to do about it now

The Riff of Sisyphus:

I am bones and blood and water and long and frayed nerve endings
my heart sits atop a throne of hair between ventricles and skin cushioning
And when you look its hard to judge
Where I end and a burden begins

And I am a shell in the sense that I am a hollowed and still emptying
But I am a shell in the sense that I hide the ocean within a tiny thing
And when they come with manacles
We’ll send them right back to hell again
We’ll send them right back to hell

Dryads:

On the day i believe i turned into a tree
There were green posies growing with gangrene beneath
And my wooden fingers and leaves of green
And withering branches split me at my seams
I turned slowly into an oak
Slowly into an oak
And passed my days in slow decay under hillside shade and alone

And when I was 19 with skin soft and neat
I would run after women and they after me
Till my shoes turned to roots then toes followed suit
And dug into the earth many feet

I turned slowly into an oak
Slowly into an oak
And passed my days in slow decay under hillside shade and alone

Hear it whistle through me, some seasonal breeze
All the world's joy flying by
Then come and gone, once carried along
Though I feel it I pay it no mind

And the day i believe i turned into a tree i saw
Young lovers carving their names into me
And some parts were callous, some green with envy
Some parts would smile somewhere in between

Centaur