Run Away Lover

That old feelings back again
The sound of the click,
The sound of the silence,
The sound of waiting, knowing noone’s going to answer.

I’m laughing out loud
Mind the puddle of tears on your way out
I’d loan you my gumboots
But I’d rather you splashed around a little

You take your time to come around
I’ll take my holiday now
You say you try
I’m saying you tried

Yes it’s that time of the year again
The same time as last time
To pack your bags
Go on vacation

Check into your heartbreak hotel
Maybe you'll meet Elvis
Maybe you’ll bump into a hooker
Don’t pay for sex, It pays for itself

The hotel room’s for free
And so is the vacation
The shopping's where they'll fuck you

So I take the next flight out
Bye bye birdy
This chicken has flown the coop

If I could spread my wings, I would
But chickens don’t fly
So I take the plane instead

Yes that old feelings back again
The sound of a crack
The sound of your head
The sound of you knowing he’s gone for good

So put your phone off, it ain’t gonna ring
This plane’s ready for take off
And I want to land safely.

Groupie Love

She said come now baby,
I went along.
No questions asked, no tantrums thrown,
Against my intention to this day prolong.

I’d heard him before
But this time was blown.
What say you to a boy with locks,
Spins yarns and tunes to make you stay
I stayed and stared, like never before.

He saw me I think
But I can’t be sure
I stared too hard to notice.

Ask me what he looks like
And I haven’t a clue
But name me the song and I know the lyrics.

He finished his song,
I waved my hat,
I’ve seen you before he said,
I’ve heard you before I said.
He smiled and walked away.

I’ll be your groupie any ol’ time,
I’ll hold you to it, said he,
Still walking away.

I meant every word
He couldn’t care less
I tipped my hat to bid adieu
And followed the rest.

So here I sit,
Writing this shit,
There seems not another way
To get him to come out and play.

And so I rest my shit for that day
When to his songs again I'll sway.

Aliens Househunting on Carter Road

“Doesn’t it feel like home?” she asked putting her bag down and taking in what she wanted to be her new home.

“I’m just worried about the wind factor,” said he looking out at the sea.

“I think it’s just perfect. And a little wind never hurt anyone anyway,” she said.
Without waiting for him to agree or disagree, she pulled out her little stove from her trunk and began to boil the water for their evening tea.

“Is it that time already?” he asked, placing his reading chair in full view of the sea and looking at his watch, “I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”

She looked at him from behind the gassy waves of disillusion coming from the stove and smiled in his direction, but to herself. Of course he had no idea. That’s what she was there for. She gave him his cup of tea and perched herself on the arm of his chair, as they both stared out at the beautiful view of the ships coming in, meandering in their respective thoughts.

“I think I like our new home. Don’t you?” she said breaking the silence.

“I can feel the wind already. It’s going to get cold in the nights I’ll tell you that,” said he, fidgeting a little in his position.

Just then, a gust of wind blew causing a twig to fall into his cup of tea. He picked it out, slightly irritable and threw it on the floor, taking another sip of his tea.“The twigs here have a funny flavour”, he said crossing his eyebrows and smacking his lips as if still trying to decipher what went wrong with his tea. “I’m sure there must be other places with a view where the twigs don’t taste so funny” he said and stood up as if he had made up his mind. “In any case the wind over here is going to cause much trouble,” he said picking up his suitcase and hat. He looked at her waiting for her to get up, while she stayed perched on the chair, in the hope that he would change his mind. But when he put his hat on, she knew there was no convincing him to stay. So she packed up her stove and the tea cups and the strange couple walked out onto the promenade, hand in hand, their belongings on their back, completely oblivious to the looks being passed from the onlookers taking their evening walk, as they trudged along, looking for a place to call home.