My Propeller

If you can summon the strength, tow me.
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your decent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys

Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

It’s a necessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald eagle
Oh, momentary synergy

Coax me out, my love
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out, my love
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving ?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving ?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
When are you arriving ?
My propeller

Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven’t been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it’s way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying

Dangerous Animals

Pinned down by the dark

Been fighting with my sheets
I’m nearly cryin in my sleep
Yes, I’m battling that well taught gripe
The most frustrating type
You should have racing stripes
The way you keep me in pursuit
Sharpened the heel of your boot
And you press it in my chest and you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you do promote me

I’m pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-L
Makes my head pirouhette
More than I would be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S

The light it fidgets through
The thoughts will soon revert to you
About as bashful as a tribal dance
The first and final chance
Of course the audience
Are frighteners and fiends
Divided up into two teams
When the acrobat fell off the beam
She broke everyones hearts

I’m pinned down by the dark
A-N-I-M-A-L
Makes my head pirouhette
More than I would be willing to confess
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
Most unsuitable pet
Been long enough now
So let’s make a mess lioness

Pinned down by the dark
Pinned down by the dark

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
A-N-I-M-A-Ls
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-Ls

Secret Door

Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
The waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than infront of
But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the the stares

She swam out of tonights fantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There’s absolutely nothing for us here
It’s a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a wednesday night
It’s better than having a reputation of a miserable little tyke
At least thats the conclusion you came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
shes saying nothing
shes just giggling along

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
and then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf
I’m unveiling the unexpected
How she was ever gunna look to him
should’a been embarrased and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

The secret door swings behind us
She’s saying nothing
She’s just giggling along
and even if they were to find us
I wouldn’t notice, i’m completely occupied
at all the

Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
The waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than infront of
But shes never been the kind to be the hollowed by the the stares
Fools on parade
Frolic and f*ck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you’d have to think she’d care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade come forth to singalong

Potion Approaching

I was biting a time zone
and we embelished the banks of our bloodstreams
and threw caution to the colourful,
and we fell asleep in the car
Until the bumps woke me up in your grip
and the tide took me to your mouth
and then swept me down back to your palms
It’s them that put me inside a reminder
That yours is the only ocean
That I wanna swing from
Yours is the only ocean
That I wanna hang on

I’ve got this ego (…)
She’s always trying to give me vitamins
I should be frightened of your reflection
I preferred her as a cartoon
If I could be someone else for a week
I’d spend it chasing after you
She’s not shattered in my attitude

No matter how she forms the potion
Yours in the only ocean that I wanna swing from
Yours is the only ocean that I want to hang on

Yours is the only ocean
Yours is the only ocean
Yours is the only ocean
Yours is the only ocean

Potion approaching, shield your eyes
Potion approaching, visualise
Holding a token, swollen in size
Potion approaching, shield your eyes

Oh if were gonna escape girl
We really ought to think it through
Would you like me to build you a go-kart?

Fire & The Thud

You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcome threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer

But if it’s true you’re gonna run away
Tell me where
I’ll meet you there

Am I snapping the excitement
If I pack away the laughther
And tell you how it feels

And does burden come to meet ya
If I’ve questions of the feature that runs on your dream wheel

The day after you stole my heart,
Everything i touched told me it would be better shared with you

And you’re hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face
And as you’re splashing in in the my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks

I did request the mark you cast
Didn’t heal as fast
I hear your voice in silences
Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd
You’re not allowed to tell the truth
And the photobooth’s a liar
And the sharpened explanations
But theres no screaming reason to inquire
I’d like to poke them in their prying eyes with things they never see if it’s smacks in their temples

Cornerstone

I thought I saw you in the battleship
but it was only a look-a-like
She was nothing but a vision trick
under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast when i asked her, if i could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
huddled up in a wicker chair
I wondered over for a closer look
and kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close and she held me very tightly
So that I softly politely please, can I call you her name

And I elongated my lift home
yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
and kept my shortcuts to myself

I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
messing with the smoke alarm
it was too loud for me to hear her speak
and she had a broken arm
it was close, so close that the walls were wet
and she wrote it as electroset, no you cant call me her name

Tell me where’s your hiding place
I’m worried I’ll forget your face
and i’ve asked everyone
I’m beginning to think I imagined you all along

I elongated my lift home
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
and kept my shortcuts to myself

I saw your sister in a cornerstone
on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn’t get much closer
She said I’m really not supposed to but yes
You can call me anything you want

Dance Little Liar

I heard the truth was built to bend,
A mechanism to suspend the guilt,
Is what you will acquire,
And still you’ve got to dance little liar.

Just like those fibs to pop and fizz,
And you’ll be forced to take that awful quiz,
And you’re bound to trip,
And she’ll detect the fiction on your lips,
And dig the contradiction up.

And the clean will commend the hurt,
And you can never get it spotless,
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt,
The liar takes a lot less time.

I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me,
It’s not an alibi you need just yet,
Oh no it’s something for those beads of sweat,
Yes that, will get you back to normal.

And after you have dabbed the patch,
You will grieve and then proceed to scratch,
The varnish off that newly added calmness,
So as not to raise any alarms too soon.

And the clean will commend the hurt
And you can never get it spotless,
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt.

The liar takes a lot less time,
To decide on this saunter,
Have you got itchy bones?
And in all your time alone,
Can you hack your mind being riddled with the wrong memories?

And the clean will commend the hurt.
And you can never get it spotless,
When there’s dirt between the dirt.

Pretty Visitors

Tricking through the morning,
The tramp with the trampoline under his arm,
Shifts past your whiskers,
So spark is a charm with the barking alarm,
Weighs coil ’til the corner is turned.

And the bicycle wheels, all struggle to move round,
In your muddy mind,
Blatantly cape town,
And will intertwine in co-operative time,
Shall we sit on the springs ’til the mung goes dry?

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the…

What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reeps through rewards and ill fitting thoughts,
A twilight force, she doesn’t wanna walk,
Your legs start running and your head gets caught,
Cannot be nineteen, it’s perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening,
Pulled from the after date, you’ll have to slip away,
I won’t ‘av a thing to say,
Behold as the crook in a hammock plays…

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall…

Behold as the crook in the hammock plays,
Crawling with the base of the scales,
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
Gagged, bound and craft in a tale,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp,

Crawling with the base of the scales,
And f*cking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
You were gagged, bound and craft in a tail,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp.

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall.

The Jeweller’s Hands

Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wake,
Dull caresses once again irritate
Tread softly stranger,
Move over toward the danger that you seek

You think excitement has receded,
Then the mirror distracts
The logic of the trans… reaches and grasps
Handsome and faceless
And weightless your imagination runs

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards,
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
And you’re a sinking stone
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,
That procession of pioneers, all drown

In the moonlight they’re more thrilling,
Those things that he knows
As he leads you through the grinning, buddled, blowers in the snow,
Watching his exit is like falling off the ferry in the night
Inevitable’s gather to push you around,
Any old voice makes a … punishing sound
He became laughter’s assassin,
Shortly after he showed you what it was

And now it’s no one’s fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards,
You thought you’d never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
And you’re a sinking stone
Cos you know what it’s like to hold the jeweller’s hands,
That procession of pioneers, all drown

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in till you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in till you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained

If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
I’m listening ready to learn
There’s no one here to police me,
I’m sinking in till you return
If you’ve a lesson to teach me,
Don’t deviate don’t be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can’t calibrate,
Let’s get it ingrained