"The Followed ( Dressed to Die Screaming )"

Scared of this breach
You’ve jumped into honey
A medicated world
Burnt out on drugs and style
Put this message in your pocket
And say it aint that simple
Stop this evil crush
Trying to choose which wires
Your breaking up love
Shake the fuzz from your ears
A silent exchange
With the darts of another intrusion
You're just killing time

We don’t conform girl
We just follow, we just follow
( We’re dressed to die screaming )
We don’t conform girl
We just follow, we just follow
( We’re dressed to die screaming )

Red sleepless nights
Push a dukebox fizzing
The fag packet smut
Winks at her hot shot prize
Check the angle of your sunglasses
Before you start to stumble
Crawling in line
Pull her stare, fuck her faster
A fat man walks to a stereotype
Lick the grime from your kerb talk shoes
And taste the depravation
You’re just killing time

We don’t conform girl
We just follow, we just follow
( We’re dressed to die screaming )
We don’t conform girl
Why can’t we go home now?
We’re being followed

The Kaisers of your stage fright
Have smothered all your trust
The gluttony of repulsion
Divulges it’s disgust

We don’t conform girl
Why can’t we go home now?
We’re the followed

There’s patterns in the airwaves
Traffic turning ten ways
Through a stick thin coast of junctions
Don’t rely on their despair

We don’t conform girl
We just follow, we just follow
( We’re dressed to die screaming )
We don’t conform girl
Why can’t we go home now?
We’re the followed
( We’re dressed to die screaming )

David Laley 2009

"Virgin Fantasies"

Carried on stormy clocks, vague towns, fake tans
A burgeoning sense of cinema lights
Shining at plastic tops in solitary spots
Knighted by incendiary smiles

Coloured in by the thoughts, dope screens, trash talk
A melodramatic score of truth
Iconic familiar pouts that TV dreams kick out
Smudged and ground into their sleeves
Ripped ragged by the stream
Of ficticious foreign cliches

Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the
Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the.....

Forget the blinding bliss
Forget the sharks and stiffs
Forget the lines exist

Follow the extra steps, lost shirts digress yawns
You’ve met the one but still they yawn
Tall and wearing an X – ray dress, smoke your cigarette
I’ve already seen right through your head

Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the
Fool’s virgin fantasies, can they handle the myth?
Can they handle the myth? Can they handle the.....

Forget the blinding bliss
Forget the sharks and stiffs
Forget the lines exist

David Laley 2009