SUCK OUT THE AIR

Cleanup on aisle number 1973.

Mile after mile of industrial waste and debris;

Mexican envelope gravy is everywhere.

Hook up the hose and suck out all the air.

 

They get in their gasoline wheelchairs and go to the mall;

Meat eating meat eats its way through the suburban sprawl.

Rubbery-blubbery people need help up the stairs;

Hook up the hose and suck out all the air

 

Colourful plastic it’s never hermetically sealed;

Breathe in breathe out breathe in, microbes are making you ill.

Here is a polythene bag you can wear on your head,

Hook up the hose and suck out all the air.

HERE WE GO

PLAY FOR KEEPS

 

There’s a difference between what I know

Between what I know and I feel

‘Cause I know that we are true but I want her, too

But I know

And sometimes when the world is coming down

There’s a feeling all around of gloom

But the moon will rise and the sun will shine again

And I always play and I always play for keeps

Love unifies what we won’t reap

I know

But I love you when I’m wrong

And you give me everything for a song.

SAFE IN YOUR HOME

Crack in the wall used to be so small;

Now you don’t know if you’re safe in your home.

That crack in the wall is gonna swallow you whole,

Spit you out when you’re down to the bone.

 

Crack in the wall may be nothing at all;

Turn out the lights and cut off the telephone.

Stick animals click, buzz, and crawl;

You can hear them now you’re all alone. 

 

Crack in the wall, now a hole in the floor;

Nobody knows what you tore up the floorboards for.

The stick animals watch you come and go

Searching for a certain ratio.

MARIANNE

I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU DON’T KNOW

You better, you better, you better, you better…

I don’t know why you don’t know why you know I don’t know!

We come out the pub two hours later, there he is again. Now he’s wearing nothing but a mangy green jumper and a shit eating grin, another two dozen double whiskeys in - he’s leering at passers-by swaying side to side -- one of them catches his eye, looks away too late, big mistake — Janko lays in to him.

I don’t know why you don’t know why you know I don’t know!

Our man wants to run, but Janko’s having none of it. Will something come of it? He’s puffing himself up like a pornographic Mick Jagger, all swagger, no fight. Off comes the jumper. Two cops arrive, get off their bikes they’re not moving too fast, they can’t be arsed, but Janko takes fright. He’s seen ‘em coming, he’s off and running, clappers swinging. Oi, Janko, wild in the streets, mate.

THE NORMAL

the teacup, the saucepan

the toaster, the newspaper

the ashtray, the cigarettes

the fried egg congealing

on a cold plate

don’t you know

everybody’s worried about you?

the lino, the doormat

the formica dinette set,

the bread box, the dish rack

the wall clock ticking

and nothing ever happens

everybody’s worried about you

the teacup, the saucepan

the toaster, the newspaper

even your awareness of the cliché

of you boredom is a boring cliché

don’t you know

everybody’s worried about you?

the sofa, the hoover

the mirror, the picture,

the unopened letter

and the pile of magazines

no one’s going to read

everybody’s worried about you

ON AND ON

WE DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO STEVE

Tell the detectives

We don’t know what happened to Steve.

He’s vanished now there’s nothing

But a smell that you wouldn’t believe.

The walls are oozing honey

The windows are covered in bees. 

The garden’s infected

with a curious kind of disease;

It’s clawing at the house and there’s

Something alive in the trees.

The sound of it breathing

Is keeping us week in the knees. 

Tell the detectives

We don’t know what happened to Steve;

That crack in the wall just

Swallowed him whole one-two-three…

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