kchu@daimler chryslerservices.c o.uk wrote:

Tandoori Smelling (includes SECRET E-MAIL FROM JEEPSTER!) Oh my God..

I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches from my crippled friend. She keeps the neighbours up all night. I go to her when I'm feeling slack. She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it. Oh yeah she's losing it. So what's the score? Cause there must be a reason for all the looks we gave. Hand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance Is the way to go. You go disco and I'll go Funkadelic, man. Is the way to go. They've got a spy for every blink of your eye. I'm feeling hunted. They've got a knife for every time you take the same train into work. Was she bored, or pushed. Do something pretty while you can. Don't be a fool. You said that it was Hell. I don't love anyone. You're not listening. The kids are playing, having fun. I pass them by I'm not a kid, no. Mary Jo, living alone. Drinking gin with the telly on. She wants. Mary Jo, no one can see. What you've been through. Now you've got love to burn. You are looking at the working week in the eyes of a gigolo. You're going to have to change. Or you're going to have to go with girls. Number of things, he'll take a guy like me. And put him in the army. Get me away from here I'm dying. Play me a song to set me free. Here on my own now after hours. Here on my own now on a bus. I'll settle down with some old story. About a boy who's just like me. After a while they always get it. They always reach a sorry end. Washing against the lonely tenement has set my mind to wander. Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely. I don't mind the sight of you. Keep me company till she comes around. You sent the boys and girls away. You are concerned with matters lofty. Hang your head in shame and cry your life away. The boy done wrong again. Are you ok now? On Saturday I was an angel shining fair. Judy, where did you go wrong? You used to make me smile when I was down. Judy got a book at school. She went under the cover with her torch. Judy and the Dream of Horses. Dream of Horses. You dream of horses. So Judy, where does that leave you? Walking the street from morning to night. Every song I ever wrote was written for you. Written for you. Cause the girl's all right. The girls have got a house that's like a caravan. I had to leave them in the morning. I left the keys around the way. Everyone thought it was a shame. Belle was ok but oh Sebastian. Being a rebel's fine. But you go all the way to being brutal. You will have a boy tonight. Or maybe you will have a girl tonight. Obscured by all the trouble we had. I think I better make a move. I saw my friend and he couldn't believe that. The girls were holding hands. How will I get her to strike a pose? It's getting cold, I'll catch the bus. You see the boy/girl's at the bar. Everyone thinks she's really ugly. They took you mould and burned it on the fire of history today. I've been watching you lately. If I said all these things you would hate me. She lay in bed all night watching the colours change into green and gold. You're always looking for a sign. But boy you blow it every time. Then you waited for the people to acknowledge you. They spoke in turn. I caught a glimpse of someones face. It was mine and I'd been crying. You've too much on your mind. Things creep up on you when you are fast asleep. You are stuck to the sheets. In a town so small there's no escaping you. Squalor and smoke's not your style. "I don't like this place", we better go. And the old prison food. Colour my life with the chaos of trouble. The Asian man with his love hate affair with his racist clientele. Met the Indie-Cool Queen. Took me out of the bar. And showed me the scene. Said the spider to the fly. Do I like this girl? It's such a big world. Find my girl in a while. Look myself in the face. Don't know what you see. I'll be there. A boy to deal with all your problems. But part of the deal. If you want me look me up. I don't exist in usual places. And there were blue veins blue. Blue veins. If you want me all you have to do. She went out to the Easterhouse. Because she liked the sound of it. She didn't have a single penny. She stuck a finger in the air. I suppose she needs a holiday. I put my arm around her waist. Her horoscope was nearly perfect. She's thinking of something to do. I'll leave them to do what they want. I'll leave them to do what they need to. I stick it on the shelf again. Now I could tell you what I'm thinking. I could tell you what I'm thinking. But it never seems to do you good. I'll wait. It's a chance I'll take oh yeah. In the hope I'll forget I'll wait. I hang upon your shoulder and cry. Watching friends playing in the dirt. You're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for. And you're still falling. I'd soon forget. Swap or leave. There's got to be a better song to sing. I will confess to you. Because I didn't think about the message. I missed your party. It was me that paid for it eventually. You're not impressed by me. But it's a funny way for you to tell me. I thought you could be bluffing. And with this chance I've missed I feel remiss. Chasing darkened skies above me. Looking like the spring. Like the winter. I'm trying hard to hide. Keeping the sun out of my eyes. Close them tight. That this was never meant to be. 'Cos the days are long where I come from. I'm free. There's a train I want to catch. But it won't leave here for a while. It finally dawned on me tonight. Best to go down without a fight. The wrong eyes to go searching behind. The wrong dream to have on my mind. I'll go to London there's a mate of mine I know. she'll give me a place. Her face was just a smear on the pane. He raped me in the chalet lines. To take the test, I'm feeling sick. Fuck this, I've felt like this for a week. She asks me why I don't. Tell the law. Oh what's the fucking point at all. They had the shows on till way after dark. I hope she'll give me a place. I don't care cause I'm by myself. All the dancers left but I can't dance. There is nothing that would sort you out. There's nothing I could say or do. It saddens me to think that the only ones I see are mannequins. Biology and Maths. I want Poetry and Music and some laughs. I'm not here to fool around. I could hang about and burn my fingers. It's safer not to look around. I can't hide my feelings from you now. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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