"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)