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youre screaming and cursing and angry and hurting me and then smiling and crying and apologizing

-antlers

Dont let yourself grow hungry now

fox in the snow, where do you go to find something you can eat? because the word out on the street is you are starving.

girl in the snow, where will you go? to find someone that will do? to tell someone all the truth before it kills you.

they listen to your crazy laugh before you hang a right and disappear from sight. 

you’ll read it in a book, what do they know anyway? you’ll read it in a book tonight.

boy on the bike, what are you like as you cycle round the town? youre going up youre going down youre going nowhere.

its not as if they’re paying you, its not as if its fun. at least not anymore. 

when your legs are black and blue its time to take a holiday. 

it only happens once a year, it only happens once a lifetime, make the most of it.

second just to being born. second to dying too. what else would you do? 

Tenderly you turn the light out in your room.

if they follow you dont look back like dylan in the movies

on your own if they follow you its not your money that youre after boy its you.

take a tip from me dont go through the park when youre on your own, its a long walk home.

pure easy listening, settle down on the pillow soft when they’ve all gone home. you can concentrate on the ones you love.

youre worth the trouble and youre worth the pain, and youre worth the worry, i would do the same. if we all went back to another time, i will love you over.

lisas kissing men like a long walk home when the music stops take a tip from me dont go through the park.

Now he is swapping his tent for a sheltered home.

me and the major could be close friends because we get on the same train and he wants to talk to me.

but there is too much history, too much biography between to us.

he’ll take a guy like me and put him the army, because the queen’s own army makes a man of you.

but he doesnt understand and he doesnt try, he knows theres something missing and he knows its you and i.

we’re the younger generation, we grew up fast. all the others did drugs and they’re taking it out on us.

if i get stuck in the lift its always with a man of noble standing who looks down on me like i was never born.

i think the major’s going quite insane, he goes along the pavement and comes back again, like he’s on parade, at least he thinks so.

he rememebers all the punks and the hippies too, and he remembers roxy music in 72.

i want a dance, i want a drink of whisky, so i forget the major and go up the town, because the snow is falling.

A hand over my mouth, a hand over the window.

We lay on the bed there kissing just for practice. 

Could we please be obective? Because the other boys are queing up behind us.

If i remain passive and you just want to cuddle, then we should be okay and we won’t get in a muddle.

Because we’re seeing other people, at least that’s what we say we are doing.

How are you feeling? I dont think you can be dealing with the situation very well. 

You take a lover for a dirty weekend. Thats okay, but when its over, you are looking at the working week in the eyes of a gigolo.

You’re kissing your elbow, you’re kissing your reflection. And you can’t understand why all the other boys are going for the new tall elegant rich kids.

You can bet it is a bitch kid.

But if they dont see the quality then it is apparent that you’re going to have to change, or youre going to have to go with girls. You might be better off, at least they know what they’re doing. 

She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head.

Make a new cult everyday to suit your affairs.

Kissing girls in english at the back of the stairs. Youre a honey with a following of innocent boys. They never know it because you never show it. You always get your way.

Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions? Because i met a boy who went through one of your sessions. 

In his blue velour and silk you liberated a boy i never rated.

The stars of track and field you are beautiful people.

Could i write a piece about you now that you’ve made it? about the hours spent, the emptiness in your training.

You only did it so that you could wear your terry underwear and feel the city air run past your body.

Could i write a requiem for you when youre dead?

She dreamt about the girl who stole a horse

Judy wrote the saddest song, she showed it to a boy in school today. Judy where did you go wrong? You used to make me smile when i was down.

Judy was a teenage rebel. She did it with a boy when she was young.

She gave herself to books and learning, she gave herself to books and being number one.

I dont know you if you’re going to show me everything.

Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping.

Let’s go for a walk, we can kiss and do whatever you want. But you will be dissapointed. 

You’re just trying to find and keep the dream of horses. 

The best looking boys are taken, the best looking girls are staying inside. 

So judy, where does that leave you?

Walking the street from morning to night with a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk. 

If you’re ever feeling blue, then write another song about your dream of horses.

What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?

On saturday I was an angel shining fair. You shone louder longer. You put my shine to shame. Put me to shame now.

All that i wanted was to sing the saddest song. And if you would sing along i will be happy now.

If this town’s your sinking ship, then you know where to jump.

Talking dirty, for a hobby thats alright. Pour another glass of wine, I’ll think of england this time.

All i wanted was to sing the saddest song. And if you would sing along, if you’d only sing along, I would be happier.

The boy done wrong again, hang your head in shame and cry your life away. Are you ok?