Joining The Dots
Try and think of something colourful for this season
Pull the wool over the gullible for no reason
You are all I have these days, shake it up and run away
With the night squabbling behind you
From the smoke in your hair to the blood in your bruise
And the bows on the shoes you kicked off
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
Thought I heard them talking in their sleep yesterday
And I tried but I just can’t believe a word they say
Hurry up they’ll be here soon, sleeping in the afternoon
While the rain’s trying to prove a point outside
From the smoke in your hair to the blood in your bruise
And the bows on the shoes you kicked off
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
Those people make me calm, calm the flame
Come up to the mouth for a change
And darling, if it’s all the same to you
I’ll have you to myself
I’m joining the dots
I’m joining the dots
The Afternoon’s Hat
Made me kiss you with a whisper
And violently you swung through unfamiliar tounge
Couldn’t listen to tradition
Grabbed me by the wrist
To silently insist
And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon
The afternoon’s hat
Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at
You stood shirtless and confident
Listenin’ to the fools, tickling the rules
Their obsessions follow patterns
Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes
And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon
The afternoon’s hat
Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at
And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls
You hold me in place
The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues
Unsugared taste
Waste away the evening, the afternoon
The afternoon’s hat
Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at
Don’t Forget Whose Legs You’re On
The painted faces congregate
In the mating season
The second hopes
They go alone
In no rush to leave ‘em
And there’s a fountain
And a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to size
The people there
And the furniture
Start to seem important
And a whole lot more
You catch the floor
With a vivid and absortant sharpened arc
Like the scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
And cuts you down to size
I had questions for the tap dancer
Sat on my lap
And she had child proof caps on her answers
Stolen blower blow me a scone
And show me that handsome enhancer
She had a rock on her throttle
And a brown glass bottle full of
Shavings from the sun
Although those shoes affect your step
Don’t forget whose legs you’re on
There’s a fountain and a scimitar
Shaped yellow light
That picks you up
That cuts you down to size