They didn't have Goose. Who stocks Goose?

Do you remember the time
you told me that of all the animals,
people are most like ducks?

Oh, man.

From the head of the table, I shouted you down,
and you wouldn't explain, so we thought you a fool,
and returned to the meal,
which I'm sure was delightful,
but I dont really remember.

Later, I lay there knowing
I'd tread water until morning,
when I'd have to look pretty for bread.

Joseph, I've never felt that someone knew me
You could task me to leave this
You could ask me to believe Miss O'Leary
and with bleary, tearful eyes,
I'd improvise my replies.
Of course, I'm just delaying our goodbyes.


It was cassoulet,
well, as close as could be,
considering your delicate palate.

Oh, my love

I'm too tired to argue
Get in the car, you've
had more than I would in a week.

Sarah, I've never felt that someone knew me
And you're no exception,
but your eyes can burn my dinner.
With innocence in my eyes,
I'd schedule my replies.
And well, I'm just delaying our goodbyes.
cat

'Monsters'

If our love was a vampire
I would have staked it
If our love was a zombie
it would have stayed dead
If our love was the Loch Ness Monster
they'd say that we faked it
But our love's not a monster
No, our love's not a monster

If our love was the wolfman
I would have shot it
If our love was a mutant virus
I doubt I'd have caught it
If our love was a billowing ghost
you'd have told me to knot it
But our love's not a monster
No, our love's not a monster

Because monsters will take you to places you don't want to go
Monsters swim in black lagoons and crush Tokyo
Monsters will never be sated until they meet their equal
And when monsters die you know that they'll come back in the sequel
But our love's not a monster
No, our love's not a monster
cat

'Welcome Break'

Motorways merge and lives converge
You were counting off the hours since the power surge
All those mounting worries and takeaway curries
made up your evenings 'til you got the urge to leave

From the top of the bottom to the back of beyond
you can tinker and tailor and soldier on
but I can spy where we went wrong
And so will you, before too long

Boundaries shift and moods can lift
But we're ignoring all the times that you took the Fifth
All my boring stories and tired allegories
make you lose patience 'til I get the drift and leave

From the top of the bottom to the back of beyond
you can tinker and tailor and soldier on
but I can spy where we went wrong
And so will you, before too long

A Bad Start

I wasn’t quite sure what she said.
…like she wanted me to have her repeat it,
But I out of coldness instead,
Told her she should fucking eat it.

Which of course, made no sense, but the tension was such
That the touch of her hand went ignored,

As I’m bored with her clutching at straws.

She screamed and turned, and I yearned
To be elsewhere, but all I could do
Was stare when I
Realised
What she’d said.

And now things are fine
Since the baby has been
And I hope his first words of me
Are nothing like mine of him.
cat

'Declaration of Independence'

Last old one...


Under the tree there's a book and it's spread
to the pages we looked at and the stories we read
of those Hollywood people with fictional pasts
You'd get friction burn turning the pages too fast
And who would have thought it but me?
When you caught the Greyhound to the sea
and under the lights of the city nights
you found a fiction to be
and I hope that you're happy without me

Under the house there's a basement we'd go
when the places we went to were buried in snow
We could wait for the Summer all Winter down there
but you hated the way you felt numb with no sun in your hair
And who would have thought it but me?
When you caught the Greyhound to the sea
and under the clouds amongst city crowds
you found a fiction to be
and I hope that you're happy without me
yeah I hope that you're happy without me
I hope that you're happy
I hope that you're happier
I hope that you're happier without me
cat

'We Thought Glass Was Liquid'

Another old song...


They tear it down
Like it's a part of me
He wears a frown
Caught from astronomy

I can't break it, I can't care
About this place
You don't fake it, you don't dare
Without your face

Wouldn't it be nice
To start a killing spree
Images of Christ
Are etched eternally

I can't break it, I can't care
About this place
You don't fake it, you don't dare
Without your face
The Master Race
Came down from space

I can't break it, I can't care
About this place
You don't fake it, you don't dare
Without your face
cat

'Poughkeepsie'

An old song, that I thought I'd put here for completeness

You never were one
To mince your words
Not to anyone
Ever since you heard
That Preacher's sermon
On the debt of souls
It touched a nerve and
Still won't let it go

You told me that the ghost had died
I demanded a full autopsy
Most of me hoped that you'd cry
Like on the day we left Poughkeepsie

Explained how you felt
It was me who cried
Saline on asphalt
Another birthday died
You told me that an era'd ended
Knew that you'd fail to reach me
Asked if you wrote where should you send it
I said post it back to old Poughkeepsie

The magic's gone, and we can't go on
The magic's gone, and it was never that strong in the first place
cat

'My Son Wore The Green Beret'

Burning forests lit my evening sky
A broken promise to finally answer why
Why all the hate and the spite and the sight of the late Mrs Hennessey, hanging from her balcony.

Burning villages on the evening news
Howling savages forcing you to choose
Do we join in the fight though we know it's not right and shoot each other for bread, or are we better off dead.

My son wore the green beret, 'Oh Mother,' he'd say, 'I have done many terrible things in my day.'
And I'd cradle his body as his soul made it's way out through holes that were bloody and eyes that would fade out as fever and numbing drugs made this a final homecoming.

Burning questions fill my mind at night
Vague suggestions of something sharp and bright
Brighter than suns or explosions or bullets in motion across the capital, of when we once had it all.
cat

'June'

Hey you look so tired I hope I didn't keep you up
Ever since you got fired I've been waiting to sweep you up
But for a damsel in distress you're a damn sight more of a mess than I'm used to
When we first met I thought form would follow function
I know we made a bet that we would never pay attention
Now the form is good but I'm not sure that you would like what I'm reduced to
June, I know it's too soon, but I can't refuse you

Hey you look so young I suppose you skipped a lot of time
Spending far too long indoors while all the Winter months went by
But if it makes a difference I can say it's Christmas everytime you arrive
Dogs might follow wise men but that won't make them any wiser
If I don't apologise then I know that you won't do it either
We're walking round in circles talking down to each other just to survive
June, I know it's too soon, but you scare me alive

Hey you look so shocked I'm sorry for these revelations
But if I hadn't talked now I would have halted operations
I can see cogs turn as you as you try to discern if I would deceive you
If you can take the downsides then I'm sure I'll find some uppers
I don't want to downsize what we have made of each other
And when we're old and grey I'm told we'll say "You were the one I sent my reprieve to"
June, I know it's too soon, but I'll never leave you
cat

'This Lightning Age'


In a city of angles you're walking wet streets as the rain beats on your temples
It's a pity you're tangled in the jumble sales and jungle tales of jezebels
In a flurry of breakdowns, swapping bottle tops for glottal stops and sharp relief
There's a hurry to take down all the evidence on presidents and secret chiefs

In this lightning age, can you blame the flames for wanting to survive
In this lightning age some dreams are stillborn, the rest are buried alive

I could take another slug from you and I could pull the plug without meaning to
And I could watch you fall on your sword, bite through sentences like umbilical cord

In a city of culture we're placing quick bets on the kismet and the arcade games
We're so pretty we're vultures, flying slowly round the lowly while they call us names
We were talking for hours about why TV screens with high esteem were dangerous
When we're walking through showers then the well wishes and promises will seem strange to us

In this lightning age, can you blame the flames for wanting to survive
In this lightning age some dreams are stillborn, the rest are buried alive