"Colossal Thuds"

We slept upon the terrace waking up fools
Listening to patches and the pigeons drool
We'd limped around with sinners chastened by the fear
The compass of their lives wasn't very clear
And courting with words sent to catch us out
I said "Let's get drunk and fucking scream and shout"
As time went by loving colossal thuds
We winked with pictures full guts and blood
In this nanny state neverending cheap and chased
Sanitised and excavated out with haste
And try as though I might I couldn't see into my head
So I drank another drink to right the wrong sound


We'll sing surprised tonight
Smoke with childish colour
A crescendo of immature
And speak like you've never spoke before
And text all of your dreams into tommorow

We were bold, we were brash but we were down to earth
Simmering and sentimental, clean cut with nerves
I wanted to gamble, wanted to place a bet but the triggers in my wallet kept getting reset
So we wound up drinking wishes from an empty well
Knocking back Sundays and the witch's spell
Sent out to all the people who vilify and seek anarchy from misery
They're retro beaten by our stares

We'll sing surprised tonight
Smoke with childish colour
A crescendo of immature
And speak like you've never spoke before
And text all of your dreams into tommorow
This town is not to blame for our fate or falls
Into tommorow, a kindness that's disguised is a kindness we adore

There were times when we told stories that made no sense
One hundred and fifty five reasons to laugh at others expense
As I woke like a jigsaw puzzle incomplete
All I could think about was dancing with my two left feet
The missing promises of the picture were cracked and creased
Protected by an amoury of pillow peace
As I listened to the froth forming at the side of my bed
I raised my glass and saw into my head
In this town

They'll sing surprised tonight
Smoke with childish colour
A crescendo of maturity
Speak like they've never spoke before
And text all of their dreams as we sing along

David "Mr L" Laley

"Shifting Sand ( Regrets at 18 )"

Give them a task to litter the past
Some other time I'll give you a shout
Regrets at 18 inside
Stall myself
From the shifting sand

Reinvent the reason to single them out
A test or treason hung together apart
The immitations we draft look in
Catch two minds
Leave one resigned

Don't sip from the glass, guzzle it all down
Guzzle it all down
Stop firing the blanks, live for the live round
live for the live round

Errational thoughts restored
Fill the void
With shifting sand
With shifting sand

David "Mr L" Laley (Written Mid - December 2008)

"Writer's Block"

Fame's found a friend
We've gone round the bend
Is it time to pretend?
There's a better day

From the windows watch the pavements pass you by
Hang onto a secret only the idiots deny
Crave for a canvas left untouched by another's pride
And spend a day searching for a world that's satisfied

So turn it around
Grab hold of the ground
Make perfect plans
For a better day

Sing me to sleep let me dream of another line
That's hidden in the soul of something redesigned
Thinking clearly isn't a cure for writer's block
So what's the point in reflecting if we're up against the clock

So turn it around
Grab hold of the ground
Make perfect plans
For a better day

Don't fight the lies just hold your stare
Reality's fiction meets you there

So turn it around
Grab hold of the ground
Make perfect plans
For a better day

So turn it around
Grab hold of the ground
Make perfect plans
For a better day

David "Mr L" Laley (Early December 2008)

"Confusion"

Hypocrits choking on nothing
A piece of me thinks that i'm falling
Another hit looking for someone to hang out and scare

Science fiction the plan
The hype to back down
Hide in your jaded land
Anguish writhes in your skin
The noose is wearing thin
Electrocute all your sins
Watch out
Don't magnify refrain
Your asperin voice is enough to give me a pain

Synergies of history's solution
Make believe then ignore all the confusion
Stand inside all the lines unfairly spoken

Space is a book out of print
A name that drops hints
The only way to succeed
And i'm not implied to admit
To the catachresis myth
Politicians always miss
Undignified
Lost and loved by wanting
A juresdiction forgetting justice existed

Synergies of history's solution
Settle down if you think you're inducing
A veil of traits without reason or ruling party

And if facing the grave your obituaries call
Then raise the rebel's riddle they just might stall
But you've left yourself in the head of saint
That you happened to break and infinitely rearrange

Erase the relied in this town
Mail order perfect frowns
Delay an uncensored sound
In this state you'll never be clear
Time to travel sincere
Opening letter box fears
This life
Of unwritten obligations
You took the world and kicked it into frustration

The irony of history's solution
An image clipped, sawn off and reprofiled
Common sense that goes untried

In all this confusion
We can't rely on confusion
Ignore all the confusion

David "Mr L" Laley (Written November 2008)

"Little Pirates Lost at Sea"

May days glisten with the leaves you're missing in hindsights fluorescent faze
Trodden into the soil like a childs toy waiting to be played
By someone else to figure out just how it's made
Who caught a glimpse of fate's footprints sing his way to Leeds
Lay down in histories

And why is Selby so siginificant we've hardly made a start
On blacktop scars, cast rally cars, we'll audition for the part
Whilst St Georges Bridge will carve a ridge and conquest your heart
Sheer lunacy of philosophy we'll place our flags upon the surface of the moon

Make time your mother
And let a season of feel good factors feed your father on top shelf laughter going faster
Embarrased by the Sun

This is something you only hear about in plus one city scapes
The caberet and generosity displayed
Throughout the land against the back drop of unfound P.O.As
In a rainbow of autumn snow that generates
A slide of impossible weather

Noah and his Ark couldnt call for cover
Or hide a way from a liquid gaze we're forced to smother, lay down low, animals in tow
We'll row our boats back from the shores across solid ground, fame, fire and stars

Stealing cigerettes from lumanaries like little pirates lost at sea
We're pretty pearls in raindrop swirls brought by the breeze
Intrepid days and Jaeger plays we've found a lost love
And what the fuck's on fire anyway this is all a dream
The Wheel House calls us in

We've sold you a hundred thousand times about your photographic state
You cast your eyes up to the sky and reconfigurate
Lifes precious lies and infectious smiles we only seem to escape
Now hold out the sign, reach for a rhyme and take the lead
Make a wish for the wishing

In this adolescent time leave your mother
And let a season of feel good factors, wave back last gasp and hear the last laugh for your father
Rolling his eyes

We'll break back into a world of expectations quaking with calm
Red lined and spoil all the pages we used to plan
And take charge of ruthless whispers, cradle, be mine
The one time greatest motivation couldn't have seen it
Lets just believe it

David "Mr L" Laley (Written November 2008)

"Knives"

We joked to the sight of the virgin trees
A broken hill scent schooled with blue highlights and seeds
If we wanted to stumble and blacken our eyes
We'd have found conjecture and criticised your style
Whilst flapping at lists in the hurricanes
We defy the ground and grip our sonic soul

Restrain

The cheers we crave life desires
Tragic tones and liar's pride

Cramped invention for lurid dreams
As we divide our knives among the ones who say they are free
Juxtaposed lost in hurried lands
Followed crime forlorn in the universal sound
There's a hammered tribe knocking down walls
We retract ourselves from the new age rising claws

Restrain

The cheers we crave life desires
Tragic tones and liar's pride

Life, lies, love
Life, lies, love

The cheers we crave life desires
Tragic tones and liar's pride

The cheers we crave life desires
Tragic tones and liar's pride

The cheers we crave life desires
Tragic tones and liar's pride

David "Mr L" Laley (Written September 2008)

"Liberated Lows"

I woke up one morning
And the air was smokey white
Jump into skies with milky lights
A thirst quenched symbol of metronomic grace
Liberated lows
Leave to the wall we say

Each and everyone of us
Is stuck behind our roots entranced
Images of Leeds to go
Eleven hours we're pleased to know
We've found an empty space
And chewing gum tracks ahead

And if you wake up fucked
Feeling down
Shout, turn up the volume, turn around
And if you wake up fucked
Feeling down
Sing, we just need music, we just need music to dance

Blossom with the beer we drink
Synchronised it's christmas faces sing
The end is not a word we breathe
Everything's as easy as you and me
Epileptic lycra stares
And cart horses drench the ground

Sat around with fire and wire
The more we smoke the less we tire
Angels catergorise themselves
In little circles that we melt
Spend a day with the Pope
And religiously count your smiles

And if you wake up fucked
Feeling down
Shout, turn up the volume, turn around
And if you wake up fucked
Feeling down
Sing, we just need music, we just need music to dance

We pray, we won't see through them, we won't see through them
You're the stars that light the way
And they pray, we can't see through you, we can't see through you
You're the light that shines in our way

Standing with our feet tapping north
An uncontrollable discord force
Sledghammer attacked with no remorse
Like a pensioner eating candyfloss
Sip from a poisened pint
With heart glazed looks and those clapping

And if you wake up fucked
Feeling down
Shout, turn up the volume, turn around
And if you wake up fucked Feeling down
Sing, we just need music, we just need music to dance

David "Mr L" Laley (Written September 2008)

"Enervate"

This is what I think
Now let me demonstrate, over drop dead gorgeous views
Type cast brittle bones
Pass an epitaph of sunbeam smiles and thrills

We don't need traces of the eloquent the rich or racist
Live long and prosper through the rotten walls and preach the gospel
Dynamic minds are mugged, bagged up and signed rejected
We've been designed to lie and medal with your expert judgement

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

Caught in a crater's law
Trying to adjudicate, lost in tangled straw
Like minds enervate
They can't justify what's on your plate

I'll try and stop this ageist melancholy pesemism
If we draw rhymes they're blind, an anitisocial infectious rhythm
False cognates, false dawns, we'll leave our homes to rapturous applause
Defeat the uncontested rumours have us down as the written

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

Pin pricks, pin pricks
On the surface of your moonface
Radiate
This something aches
I'll deface this
For generations depleted and lost

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

This is what we've built generic flaws for idol dreams
I'm defined by choice a fucking fix that I lean on

David "Mr L" Laley (Written September 2008)

"Satelites and Lunar Tickles"

Kicking flies with the undiminished
Looking back through the ashes of the underground
Stunning views a devine that's righted
Everytime we fight for what we cannot have

We don't need another expectation
Defiant times just a little inspiration
We don't need to count on generations
To criticise so we damn well listen

Satelites and lunar tickles
Don't act surprised when the lines glow in your hands
Staple blondes looking for Topshop wardrobes
No subtlety as we scream at this canvass sound

We don't need another expectation
Defiant times just a little inspiration
We don't need to count on generations
To criticise so we damn well listen

Crushed eyelashes and signs of affection
As we stick our hands into the sight of unprotected air
August breeze and accent departure
Undenied as the land hides behind the sea

We don't need another expectation
Defiant times just a little inspiration
We don't need to count on generations
To criticise if we don't fucking listen

David "Mr L" Laley (Written August 2008)

"Hungover on a Hot Day"

I'd decided to live a wild life
Of little pieces and sketches of my friends
I can't see or sing in this drought
Lets all dance and figure it out

Now i'm hungover on hot day
Hungover on a hot day
Hungover on a hot day

Now i'm hungover on hot day
Hungover on a hot day
Hungover on a hot day

And I just don't care
I fold my arms
And close my eyes

A tiny species of fatuous Babel Fish
Standing half straight our greatest achievement
They're unappreciative
Of the situation so unrelated

Now i'm hungover on hot day
Hungover on a hot day
Hungover on a hot day

Now i'm hungover on hot day
Hungover on a hot day
Hungover on a hot day

And I just don't care
I fold my arms
And close my eyes

If you dream then you will see
Absent minds lined with last orders please
If you dream then you will see
Absent minds lined with last orders please

If you dream then you will see
If you dream then you will see

I'd decided to live a wild life
Of little pieces and sketches of my friends
I can't see or sing in this drought
Lets all dance and figure it out

Now i'm hungover on hot day
Hungover on a hot day
Hungover on a hot day

Now i'm hungover on hot day
Hungover on a hot day
Hungover on a hot day

And I just don't care
I fold my arms
And close my eyes

David "Mr L" Laley (Written July 2008)

"Lipstick and Newspapers"

See those eyes, match-sticks and plastic skin
Cast iron but wearing thin
What have you seen?
Simple things leading to exclamations
Making the same mistakes
Fuck all of your friends

Sometimes there's a chance that you might see me
But most times the chances are I won't hear you

Now i'm lost in an age of unrelied
I've forgotten what's the word to stop
A copybook filled with hope but mostly blots
An explanation past it's sell by date

Believe those lies, lipstick and newspapers
Look at the glassed eye dresses
What have you seen?
My body aches after the same trips
Magnify this glare so I can break through the seams

Sometimes there's a chance that you might see me
But most times the chances are I won't hear you

Now i'm lost in an age of unrelied
I've forgotten what's the word to stop
A copybook filled with hope but mostly blots
An explanation past it's sell by date
And I just can't imagine life without this
Bionic stares as we fall from the cliff
A cataclysmic tide is what we have hit
An everlasting end to hide from our fate

Lets get out and breathe in
Another wasted summer listening to life
Lets get out and breathe in
What's the point in stealing what we've seen

Everytime there's little chance that you will see me

Now i'm lost in an age of unrelied
I've forgotten what's the word to stop
A copybook filled with hope but mostly blots
An explanation past it's sell by date
And I just can't imagine life without this
Bionic stares as we fall from the cliff
A cataclysmic tide is what we have hit
An everlasting end to hide from our fate

Now i'm lost in an age of unrelied
I've forgotten what's the word to stop
A copybook filled with hope but mostly blots
An explanation past it's sell by date
And I just can't imagine life without this
Bionic stares as we fall from the cliff
A cataclysmic tide is what we have hit
An everlasting end to hide from our fate

David "Mr L" Laley (Written July 2008)

"An Empty Room"

There's an ideal lightning smothers
Can I escape from a life-line bloodied
A room poisened without a view
Systematically centrifuged
We'll smile to cliche of sinners'
And dance with skewed angles in us
The bagpipes whistle one last song
Jack screams out his favourite one

And I just sing along
Whilst you just stay at home
The dreams that bubble from beneath
Hostile language and cobbled streets
Signs as silent as water
And I just sing along
The victim swears against her soul
Subject matter and forgotten folds

So I don't rise to anyone
Whilst you screw the only verse
An empty room without a home
Pictures escaped and mother's rules

And I just sing along
I try to sing along
I try hard to sing along

The bagpipes howl at one last song
Jack the Ripper murders one

So I choose not to sing along

David "Mr L" Laley (Written July 2008)

"Seconds"

I'm lost with you
Coping, uncool
Erase all coin slot thoughts
Breathe now lets go
Make this my turn
We could never go back
Eyes exposed as lies
Despise the unkind
We can't lead the blind

Turn the radio off
Ignitions stopped
We're trapped in this design
The seconds on the clocks
Leave behind a few that work
If only they weren't broken

Awaken what's unheard
Help find the words
Just lead me astray
Sleep well lets display
Visions arrested delayed
I could never go back
Break the sound of the gun
It sounds so much fun
We'll fool the rest of the world

Turn the radio off
Ignitions stopped
We're trapped in this design
The seconds on the clocks
Leave behind a few that work
If only they weren't broken

Turn the radio off
Ignitions stopped
We're trapped in this design
The seconds on the clocks
Leave behind a few that work
If only they weren't broken

Awaken what's unheard
You've found the words
To lead me astray

David "Mr L" Laley (Written July 2008)

"155"

I've had nonsensical thoughts tripping through my head
Genial, magnanimous but i'm so bemused
How my mind glitters the devil's cheers after a pint of liberty
We've never felt so calm wrapped in Scarborough surround

Now i'm bouncing off the walls looking for a light
I guess that's the price you pay when you feel so right

Lazy and insane so loud, brick walled visions can't count me out
I tease the air with a slothful look through the car window
It reminds me of the friends I have to live out the excesses of time
The old man smiles and coughs back into life

Now i'm bouncing off the walls looking for a light
I guess that's the price you pay when you feel so right

Now i'm bouncing off the walls looking for a light
The old man smiles and coughs back into life
Now i'm bouncing off the walls looking for a light
The old man smiles and coughs back into life

Now i'm bouncing off the walls looking for a light
The old man smiles and coughs back into life
Now i'm bouncing off the walls looking for a light
The old man smiles and coughs back into life

The old man smiles and coughs back into life
And the old man smiles and coughs back into life
And I remind myself i'm not just the number twenty five.

David "Mr L" Laley & Stephen "Captain Slow" Caines (Written June 2008)

"Hiding"

Some of the time I can't see myself
Just endless space filled with ringing bells
And I know she'd never empathise with those little moves
But that's just life where there's nothing left to prove

Nothing left to prove

Slit brown eyes and coffee burns
Another regret waiting to take it's turn
A mobile phone that no one hears
Computer screens, ticking clocks and a solemn fear
You're not living life to the absolute

I know that isn't easy but it seems so true
Behind the line I can't crawl through

And I jumped around in the rose beds
Procrasinating visions in my head
Filled with cheesy grins and sighs
And as I strolled off through the world
Taking pictures and inserts
Of a time and place so small

Holding hands with alchoholic fame
There's so much whining and my soul is stained
It's so vain but I can't figure out
These written words when I want to scream and shout

Do you see me?
Because I can't find you

I know this isn't easy but it seems so true
Behind the line I can't crawl through

And as I strolled off through the world
Taking pictures and inserts
Facing a time and place so small

David "Mr L" Laley (Written May 2008)

"Chapters"

Candle eyes a smile as wide as a tennis court
Look through your fingers at the image right before
Candle eyes a smile as wide as a tennis court
Chase your words

So I can see you fall

Fall
Fall

Lost in worlds a love as kind as a chemical
Look the other way to see just what you've caused
Lost in worlds a love as kind as a chemical
Help the sane

So I can see through walls

Walls
Walls

I'm lost in an upside down world
Just hiding from sentimental verse

I'm tied into an occupation's curse
Just smiling, when smiling makes it worse

Summer's near and the streets are a blur again
Look at planes carve their name into the core
Summer's near and the streets are a blur again
Let them leave and press their tears into a pause

Act like animals to the sign of a criminal
Look at the foot prints leading past the law
Act like animals to the sign of a criminal
Sing for a get away

So I can make the call

Call
Call

Undesired, last to leave home from work
Eyes wide open, bones about to burst

Am I defining what's hurting?
A timid figure shouts timid words out loud

Just imagine if life was so simple
A single word from a phone could end the war
Just Imagine if life was so simple
Press a button on the machine

So I can hear you talk (Repeat)

Candle eyes a smile as wide as a tennis court
Look through your fingers at the image right before

David "Mr L" Laley (Written May 2008)

"Cigarette Hymns"

I am the bus driver
In life's animation
Painting brush strokes in God's sky
To reveal just what's inside

I would sleep all night
So I could dream all day
Chasing maybes through her empty smiles

I'd feel 2 feet tall everytime to see you rise
Blowing cigarette hymns just so we could rhyme

So many wrong decisions
But I didn't care
Simple intentions
Waiting for an unfamiliar stare

My mind's appealing
But i'm in the way
Make believe what's already in disguise

I'd feel 2 feet tall everytime to see you rise
Blowing cigarette hymns just so we could rhyme

So many wrong decisions
But I didn't care
Simple intentions
Waiting for an unfamiliar stare

I'd feel 2 feet tall everytime to see you rise
Blowing cigarette hymns just so we could rhyme

I'd feel 2 feet tall everytime to see you rise
Blowing cigarette hymns just so we could rhyme

David "Mr L" Laley (Written April 2008)

"Falling Down"

Bright eyes and dirty old visions
Of the new sentimental witches
Break it off
Hit the lense

High tides and lunatic asylums
It's my time so why don't you mind it?
Running free
Why you'll never see

I want you to analyse anarchy

I don't want to be paranoia
Offload what will destroy them

There are places we'll never be
There is anger we'll never set free
Just listen for the sound of the clown

Glued to the phone just to be normal
Several drinks so I can act formal
On the ground
Signal for a sound

Innovate what you desire
All hope is lost in the wires
Falling down
In a villain's town

I want you to be what you cannot be

New age storms and a fear for the others
A single sister, too many brothers

There are places we'll never be
There is anger we'll never set free
Just listen for the sound of the clown

David "Mr L" Laley (Written April 2008)

"Story Tellers"

There were days when I was sold on a promise resized
Uncool girls and a metaphor
Cast a web of tangled lies

Holding onto a cigarette so fucking tightly
Trawling through coffee table magazines
Unwittingly checking they're just the same
An impulse of their magnificent dream

In the envelope of life remain policies denied and deceptive
An actual abandon of modern time lines and a spectre
That the one great feeling you feel is deprived and dejected
As the one true voice you believe is cerealised and rejected
Don't complain again

We said goodbye at the door, sank our sighs with each other
And strolled down the road as misplaced lovers
She told me "drink a thousand cocktails, swallow a thousand wordscover me in rose petals at the church in the winter"

We slept with silent arms and coloured whispers in the stars that night
But we never realised
She claimed it was the uncontrollable sensation of an anticlimactic generation
So instead we laid there and lied

We left apathetic, morally confused and subjective
Another mind has been erased to keep alive what remains so simple
That inhibition strikes fear when you least expect it
As the one last thought you have is metamorphosed and defective

People hold guns
The sound of triggers and misses
And they all draw what's benign and take back and reset what isn't

We'll party until we explode
Pretend to fly around the world

And we'll never get bored
Of those pretty uncool girls

David "Mr L" Laley (Written April 2008)

"Dead End"

Why should we do it this way?
Why do I have to choose?
Another million to chase
Only a second to lose

I can’t find these ideas
When I’m caught in a trap
Lost in an angel’s world
Full of retail crap

Something’s got to give
Something’s got to give now
Kick your boot through a brick wall repeatedly

This is a dead end
This is a dead end

How can I live like this?
When a week is a day
I’ll need mouth to mouth
If I’m to walk my own way

So I ended on the front line
My fears are blown apart
I can’t find first gear
And my engine won’t start

But something’s going to give
Something’s going to give now

Kick your boot through a brick wall rationally

This is a dead end
This is a dead end

You know it’s alright when they’re wrong for you

David "Mr L" Laley (Originally Written November 2007)