The Suburban Dreamer

Only here in time, countless reflections and misspent dreams. Falling away from within. The time is lost spent like a 5 year old in the company of others. Everybody else adores the learning of a third or fourth language. But what language do I speak, if privately in my separate life. Divorced from living reality. A self contained figure dreaming of somewhere new. It's no longer here nor there.

Fleeing to be the suburban dreamer. Taking the aeroplane to ease the pain of modern living. Geographical locations. A forced renovation that jars with public life. Piano player, where are you now? Starry eyed with the mists of ten thousand dreams aligned with the power of a bygone era. When I sleep, I sleep alone, even when I'm beside you.

Living on the folklore tales of the past. Love as a substitute for something else in the age of depression. Whatever else goes on, I can never tell.

Looking On Beyond Below

Picture frame - a thousand words. Disembodied feelings towards the fall. Illness descending, the flagship returns. Where in the world could I be for happier times? In the gutter sniping at the glass ceiling in front of me.

The truth be told, the truth in tow. I'm in looking on beyond below. Favours seized, favours past. Unhappiness leads to the dance, the dance. If anyone sees, if anyone knows. Tell them I'm up there with my dreams, approaching ground level. Watering plants, growing flowers is all I could want in a concrete jungle. Maybe I've found my life as a gardener after all.

Spoken lies, fobbed off dreams. You know you're in for a zinger the moment it leaves. Kept in books, in computers and in magazines. What picture did you have in a life like this? I spoke of no ambition but there must be more to it than this. Keep hanging at the edge of the curtain surveying the ruins I'm living in. Planning a mode of escape from the intrusion of those inside.

We paid our way in the dreams of romance, wishing for the exotic life that paid us through. Now the cold remnants of other people looking in destroys the chance of victory. Maybe I'm too envious or maybe I just don't know. Either way, there's not much to say in here. When the cats come in, it's the only time I feel a sense of purpose.

Watering plants, growing flowers is all I could want in a concrete jungle. Maybe I've found my life as a gardener after all. Alone after all the spent failures we've built up in the sand. Those dreams of escape take on a new form and we spend it like we're dreaming a new religion. Promises we probably could never keep but still cling onto like children. I don't want to fail you.

Crowded boom in the echoless room. A thought inside. Fraying somewhat inside defeated dreams. A restless heart. A new decay to drift into open air. Pennies and cents. Nobody dies. If anybody lives, they live alone. There's no one else to pick up the pieces. There's no one at home.

Likes to show a little hand. Likes this special company. Waits until they're alone. Waits for the kill. You'll only hear about it later after he makes his leave. He makes his money from you.......you just have to be careful

The Atom Bomb ( Made My Way/Fall In Love With......)

Returning to the fray, so wretched, times are up before we sleep. Decked out like a nuclear zombie. I made my way to the atom bomb. I leave the driving to someone else's hands. I couldn't bring myself to look away but I fell in love with the atom bomb. That's why I made my way to the atom bomb.

Passion is fermented in the arms of change. They can only watch you sleep at night with a sense of distress. Seeing is believing but dreams are forbidden. Actions are well hidden. Sooner or later we'll all fall in love for the atom bomb. Don't ask me why but we need a new tomorrow. Changes, time, instance of distance. A disaster zone made only for us. That's why I made my way to the atom bomb.

Your love allows me to live. But the distance of December hours make dreams impossible. Those dreams of putting the finger on the trigger take on another life when remembering everything. I watch you sleep at night wishing to be stuck in the same little zone locked in time. But that's not how we do things. That's not part of the plan. I made my way to the atom bomb because it's the only way that I can believe. It's what gives me strength. That's why I made my way to the atom bomb. That's why I fell in love with the atom bomb.

Atoms, protons, neutrons - molecules in the sand. Burning in time. So fall in love with the atom bomb for me. Make your way to the atom bomb with me. The eternal outline wrapped together in us. All this could be yours.