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They didn't have Goose. Who stocks Goose? [20 Dec 2005|09:51am]
djwrighty
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.
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'Monsters' [11 Nov 2005|04:43am]

dogzilla_co_uk
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
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'Welcome Break' [06 Nov 2005|11:46pm]

dogzilla_co_uk
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
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A Bad Start [23 Aug 2005|03:17pm]
djwrighty
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.
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'Declaration of Independence' [25 Jul 2005|02:22am]

dogzilla_co_uk
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
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'We Thought Glass Was Liquid' [25 Jul 2005|02:17am]

dogzilla_co_uk
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
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'Poughkeepsie' [25 Jul 2005|02:15am]

dogzilla_co_uk
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
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'My Son Wore The Green Beret' [04 Jul 2005|04:27pm]

dogzilla_co_uk
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.
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'June' [04 Jul 2005|02:39pm]

dogzilla_co_uk
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
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'This Lightning Age' [16 Jun 2005|03:34am]

dogzilla_co_uk

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
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The Day Dies Slowly [15 Jun 2005|09:25am]
djwrighty
He was handsome.
He was tall.
He had it all.
He had a plan.
He was the man with the golden shoes on.
But when he put the news on
He'd always get the blues. On...

... the times he'd have the cash
he'd have a bash
it was a laugh
but he'd always shut the curtain
as when he was the dirt an'
stuff outside
it made him want to die.
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Listen, Barbara. [23 May 2005|10:21am]
djwrighty
Listen, Barbara. I’m here to see Dick Jones, but afterwards I have a little free time.
Maybe you could fit me in.
You may not like what you are going to see.
Murphy had a wife and son. What happened to them?
My targeting grids are out of alignment
I’ll help you if you let me.
Good business is where you find it.
I’ll buy that for a dollar.
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'The Person You Love Is 72.8% Water' [10 Apr 2005|02:17am]

dogzilla_co_uk
When I was a child, five or a little older,
There was a while when I was scared of the cola my mother poured me,
I thought I should expect a shark to swim slowly in those dark depths

And now that I stare into your blue eyes,
I'm reminded of the dark there behind the sky
Though I'm sure that you would taste so sweet I can't help wonder what sharks wait in you, for me
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'I Hate The Summertime' [10 Apr 2005|02:10am]

dogzilla_co_uk
Anger gives me hope
I tell myself
Get out of the house, stop moping
It's bad for your health
Try something else than just coping
With yourself

Traffic makes me smile
I go to sleep for a while
Wake up again to remember
That I've been in denial

Fear gives me speed
I told you then
Get out of my house, stop pleading
It's not your style
File me with people who've stopped needing
Your attention

Sunrise makes me sigh
I go to sleep for a while
Wake up again to remember
That I've been in denial

Postcards make me smile
I add them to the pile
Go to bed again and remember
I'll go to sleep in a while
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'Wolves and Ravens' [10 Apr 2005|01:58am]

dogzilla_co_uk
I was walking with the author
When he turned to me and said
Neither doctors nor the deckhands
Ever fixed my broken head

Then he dragged me to the window
Made me look out at the night
Well the wind it was all coloured
With a million burning kites

Oh count the chickens when they're dancing on the hotplates
Valkyries are singing and they're checking out your iceskates
Ice is on the river, ice is on the river
If you give her what she asks for then who will give the dictates?

And all the pupils couldn't focus
And the teachers were dismayed
When the clouds all turned their faces
And the sun began to fade

For with the winter comes the snowfall
With the snowfall comes the frost
And the schools must close their classes
As the children have been lost

While all their parents build new lobbies
Round the houses of their shame
And the dark satanic chimneys
Belch out blue and scarlet flames

Oh count the chickens when they're dancing on the hotplates
Ragnarok is coming and you're putting on your iceskates
Ice is on the river, ice is on the river
If you give her what she asks for then who will give the dictates?

So with the deepheld set of notions
That you picked up in the rain
You aimed at your ambitions
Fired a bullet through your brain

And as the ravens peck your eyes out
And the wolves they tear your flesh
You'll be writing little ditties
To the one you liked the best

Ice is on the river, ice is on the river
Valhalla is calling and it's an Indian giver
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'London Death Cults' [28 Feb 2005|07:14pm]

dogzilla_co_uk
Down, down to London city, baby, that's where we'll go
Up with the wheels and elevators, somewhere we don't know
Sidestepping all those issues today for our peace of mind
Underneath all your allegations are pieces you can't find
- Memories, or are they dreams, these days you cannot tell
So on the railtracks we roam so proud of words that no one else can spell

Right now I've got wonder, honey, where can all this lead
Left overs on the dinner table, watching our hearts bleed
Back then you know we nearly had it if we'd pulled them through
Forward to four words spoken daily - "I almost love you"
- Sentiments I never asked for but I will accept
So on the afternoons we shirk so shamed by failures no one else regrets

Day breaks in London city, baby, like some sweet kid's heart
Nightclubs and piss-stained shopping centres, this is where we'll start
Dawning realisation that you won't always be young
Dusk brings you all the revelations, truth feels like a gun
Morbidly, we act out parts of dead men with disdain
So in our hotel rooms we hide, so scared of life that no love can remain
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'Never Go Home' [16 Feb 2005|07:36pm]

dogzilla_co_uk
If there's one thing that I've come to learn
It's to not turn on your friends from home
They will tear you flesh from bone

If there's one place that I'll never go
Where the hope of closure waits in vain
It's a trip down memory lane
But we went there all the same

And if regret is the new nostalgia
Then there's things I wish I'd told you
Before we caught that train
And I wish that your heart was a law
So I could feel justified in breaking it
But if I could change it all I wouldn't change a thing
Except for that trip

If there's no harm there's no foul you said
But you'd read that in a magazine
That you'd soon forgot you'd seen

If there's no point in reminiscing
Then you're missing out on self-abuse
I hope those photos got some use
You could stack them underneath a noose

And if anger is the new compassion
Then those harmful things you fashioned
Should have never caused you pain
And I wish that your heart was a window
So I could feel some satisfaction breaking it
But if I could change it all I wouldn't change a thing
Except for that trip
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[16 Feb 2005|10:15am]
djwrighty
I would like to see you smile with me in mind.
I would like to see you try with me in mind.
Then I'd like to have you lie with me.

I would like to see you cry with me in mind.
I would like to watch you die with me in mind.
Then I'd like to have you lie with me.

See, you want the world to love you, but don't we all?
Just not in that way.
You're over-sexed and under me, and I've never felt so futile.
It wasn't hard to lie you down - I was only trying to move you.
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Hey Boy [16 Feb 2005|09:48am]
djwrighty
I was sitting in a station, waiting for someone to come along and say to me, "Hey, boy, what are you doing here? Let's hit the road, and every place we go - you know we'll make it shine."

No. I want to see what you've seen. I want to go where you go. I want to know what you know. I want to know what you want to know about me.

I was sitting in a subway. This is where we used to eat each day, and it's empty now you're gone. Maybe it always was - I never thought too much about the world before you made it shine.

Oh no. I want to know what you've seen. I want to be where you go. I want to go where you've been. I want to know what you want to know about me. I want to see what you've shown, I want to fly where you've flown, I want to be where you'll go. I want to know where you want to go wihtout me.

(somewhere around this, in the "oh no" bit, there should be some other words being sung, I think... and I think... and for some reason I think they should be "you know what I want... you've been with me for some time.")
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another fragment [10 Jan 2005|03:02pm]

dogzilla_co_uk
This is something I found on my computer, I have no idea what it means. I think I wrote it while drunk.



in this beautiful place
i am walking in haste
to reach out for the hem of your skirt
it's a terrible prize
when i look in your eyes
and realise that you're feeling hurt again
is this when
you decide that you will leave me then

in this arrogant town
i am walking head down
to avoid all the glares of your friends
with an awkward disdain
i have managed to frame
in the same way that light from the Sun bends away
i will stay
refracted by your pride another day
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