the brightest comes inside

he woke up cursing like an unpolite cop on speed spoke in tongues that only monsters thought they knew grabbed his stuff got up early in his dreams he could see the evil in a perfect pair of shoes hey man, the devil is waiting in the clothes…

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in my dreams, my friends come to visit me in new york. they bring me money but i refuse it on principle. also, there is some sort of fact-checking problem. i have no idea.

New one from me. It's ended up as a bit of a "crying into yer beer at Bob's Country Bunker" sort of song lol... I've been sat on these lyrics in some form or another for absolutely years. I first wrote them one very dark night a few years after…

This is just another middle of the road pile of trot, this time about the amazing instant classics I write, but am so protective of that I daren't let any of you hear. No one will ever hear them. Sorry, but I'm afraid this shite will just have…

This is just another middle of the road pile of trot, this time about the amazing instant classics I write, but am so protective of that I daren't let any of you hear. No one will ever hear them. Sorry, but I'm afraid this shite will just have…

This is about my Nan who in some ways was more like a second mum... You wont be gone when you leave me, You wont be gone x 2 Cos while I'm alive til the day I die You'll linger on when you leave me You'll linger on I remember how your…

This is about my Nan who in some ways was more like a second mum... You wont be gone when you leave me, You wont be gone x 2 Cos while I'm alive til the day I die You'll linger on when you leave me You'll linger on I remember how your…