Sleep Deprivation
Croydon Tourist Office
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Our lady star of the sea Subtle shift in gravity Carpark on ancient truth Holds its own on roots of truth I'm sorry Stephanie It's the backs of your knees Your ankles and pretty heels Chased by French stick on wheels What a hydraulic way to spend my time And an attenuated bell to throw in polls I'm throwing a postcode at your head Squinting at palm trees and the failing light Our lady star of the sea Stranglehold on sanity He thought he was from Kensington The poor bastard He was actually from East Hunsbury Silver screen I saw it on the silver screen God help us if it's true God help us if it's true Fifteen times I saw the world pass me by Fifteen times just this week alone It's getting faster I don't think the sisters will be happy but What can you do It's it's full of crows Full to the brim I'd say Not even enough room for a mint imperial What's some spilled nouns between Friends and neighbours A baker's dozen is a butcher's thousand Remember that We don't want to be caught out use the metric system Not in this climate Sacrifice is plenty Sacrifice is fine Do the hokey pokey As we drown them in brine Chocolate button up your jacket potato young jostler We have a long ride ahead of us Steep landing sir Arthur A penny dropped is one for the mega bus But lose a tuppence And we'll be standing in silk shoes from her until solstice Dorian doesn't believe in such nonsense Brought from the brink no doubt but A land of opportunity Let's just say I won't be putting any cream upon the wheels Starving artists Stretch my limbs No contact No contact No contact God is in the asking tank Swim over to him and the details will become clearer Always remember that Especially when they try to break us apart Swim along the dotted line All the way to the asking tank Please try and remember that please And maybe on that day After the fires And spears And glass Being tossed into the eyes of Unsuspecting youths Maybe we can gather and just say We did it We're not sure what it was But whatever it was It was done And arguably We were involved Frightening stuff But then So is everything There's never been a car Goddo's time Remits to dog Goddo's time Remits to dog Goddo's time Remits to dog Goddo's time Remits to dog Too shabby for chic But too nutty for smooth It's a it's a hodgepodge of DNA from Various species Including the elementals Look a grassy Also known as Reality programmers Steve Steve it's not necessary mate It's not necessary It's it's just not necessary We'll be okay We'll be okay Carole will be back soon and She's bought eggs We'll be okay Have have you seen how many birds How many birds are in the garden right now It's it's twenty six Twenty six It's unthinkable I mean I never Even considered Removing my legs Not for some time anyway Twenty six It's unfathomable Destruction paves the way We don't We don't like to think about that Destruction paves the way But but warm milk Flows readily from all Major canals Destruction Stranglehold on sanity Milk in the canals For the record I never asked you to go I just implied that Maybe maybe we needed some Some Bovril But the more I think about it the more I think Maybe this is for the best Maybe the warmth That surrounds me Is simply a powerful Immutable sense Of hunger Get off my fucking biscuits Okay that one was really stupid It's a rainy night Here in the city It's only me here in the studio The phone lines are open but No one ever calls Though I can feel all those lost souls The night shifts The insomniacs Looking at the rain as it rolls down their windowpanes The empty streets reflecting the Sodium glare of solitary streetlights Scattershot neon The dull overcast night sky stained brown Here's a sleazy jazz number Plaintive for the forgotten A sad sack's penetrating aching limbs Sweat soaked chests Sheets flung aside The cool fingers of a night A porcelain ghost Drumming along with the relentless rain A midnight poet awake at his desk In a pool of light On the thirty second floor His words have all become meaningless But here's your jazz numberless fella It's a rainy night in the city I purr into the microphone Lull my listeners with inconsequential thoughts Philosophy for the broken hearted Here's some more cool jazz Cool fresh from the fridge That might be open Radio signals bounce and slide Between the skyscrapers I'm the friend in the corner A scratchy crackle A solitary bar hugging oracle Bringing solace to the forgotten Imagine such a life Untethered by Societal need The need to belong to To walk freely among the owls and the men A life Surrounded not by Trinkets and Letters to David Cameron but To live freely To live Crawling upon astroturf Wailing like some sort of mad Evangelist We don't We don't scream we don't shout we don't We don't howl in frustration we Simply look up and say Vurr vurr That's that's that's all we do And we wonder why Why the ground crumbles we wonder why Mountains spin clockwise Upon the simple pull of a cord Now a great great philosopher once said Ooh boy howdy That's a humdinger And you know I did I didn't I didn't understand it at the time It felt It felt too alien I I hadn't lived enough I suppose but You know you hear these things with the With the context of Of warm milk Flowing through the canals and You just think to yourself My god And we've fought how many wars now Twelve four It's incalculable But you know Maybe just maybe Frankly it's It's useless to us We can't We can't weaponise it We can't eat it We certainly can't Tie it into knots And use it to Pull boats and Cattle across Treacherous terrain You know we eat Oatmeal for every meal Seven or eight times a day and And we're just conditioned to think That's normal Yeah but sometimes you just You look up at Look up at the stars You just gaze Longingly at At the stars as they form images Images of David Hasselhoff and Mikhail Gorbachev You just You just look at them and And and They infect you They they they They infect your mind like some sort of a Mad parasite It's not ideal You know we have to We have to start somewhere I suppose We have to live And die And birth The young From our Mounds of pulsating flesh And it And with that there is a certain beauty There's a certain higher power that That you can't help but look towards and say Oom bah Oom bah hep We know the way To steppity step And it's It's something we don't want That maybe one day When the dust settles We'll appreciate it One can only hope We can't survive On bread and We need milk Warm milk Flowing through the canals
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Written by: Bryce Dumont, John Samuel, Max Coulson, Robert Garnham
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