Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs Centre of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears...
Ooh, a storm is threatening My very life today If I don't get some shelter Ooh yeah I'm gonna fade away...
I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she would meet her connection At her feet was her footloose man...
I live in an apartment on the 99th floor of my block And I sit at home looking out the window imagining the world has stopped Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up just like a Union Jack And says I've won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack...
I see a red door And I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn black...
I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no satisfaction 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no...
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