"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)