Sinister: haikus revealed // belle and sebastian

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kchu at 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 //



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