I rip of your dream-state shiver and dip my toes in the big black river and
Dry them off in the cemetery by the plot they buried Betty
Close my eyes and softly amble up to her head and start to ramble
All of my thoughts and all my worries;
How I hate when spiders scurry on the wall above headboard
I don't wish that I was dead but sometimes it's so hard to think anything else
She said: "Boy, I had your problems I got death and you got over it
Now I'm stuck in these clothes forever I wish my mother had dressed me better!
Each day I wish I was ashes and sometimes I can't stand the silence and
All the worms that eat me from the inside-out complete me and
It's never what I thought it'd be. It's such a great big part of me but
Sometimes I think that it should have been you"
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I'm so tired of songs about sex and I'm so tired of dreams about sex.
I wiped off my knees and kissed her; slouched back in to the big black river.
Betty I don't care, I don't care about anyone.
As soon as I was wrapped in black I suddenly knew how to act on
All my fears and all my worries slipped away as children scurried.
Each day they grow warm with silence; no more hugs and no more Fighting sometimes it's so nice to be everything else.
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Junk Drawer lead the pack, swerving into unsettling territory - I love this band's sheer unpredictability. I remember their gig at Output where they followed an excellent set by The Bonk. These guys are the cat's pyjamas! Ursula's Crow
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