harder still to not know what room you ’ re in now the kitchen / frying eggs in tears serve me up / your greatest fears
Don ’ t Feed Them What They Want ! is to keep you
they ’ ll grow and cook in kilns for you and become children of cerulean blue , and have names like Lucy and Hugh , and the trenches , well - they ’ re in them too
the blinds are so tight again with the strain of my meanderings Don ’ t be scared …. it ’ s just me , peeking in -
and i guessed you on a treadmill in slatted light singing
Hey Jude - wishing through the bombs all over again for ‘ 68
Don ’ t Make it Bad the day i was born i bet you knew my words i bet you knew me then Take a Sad Song ,
the day you die i ’ ll never lose i ’ ll never lose you again i won ’ t give up on this friend i ’ ve not met - he ’ s like a staple - a hinge in my heart , where
And Make it Better .
dusty songs like an unread manuscript : have i give my non-existent life for this : i try Remember to Let Her into Your Heart