"The Note"

Stood still, magnetic and placid
Fed on crusts of dirt from their souls
Scream out, cough, splutter into someone's life
Nothing's your own, not even your pride

Hope, it holds onto me like the voices from the machines
Cloning as they float through the fog
In the care of a note they found

Faced with directions but no routes
North, East and West are lost, South's under the ground
In this cave of crystals there are no clues
Between certainty and fate you've nothing but to lose

Hope, it holds onto me like the voices from the machines
Cloning as they float through the fog
In the care of a note they found

My dear get me out of this show
Start the car, take me home
I need bricks and mortar surrounding me instead
I've been walking for so long, what happens next?

Hope, it holds onto me like the voices from the machines
Cloning and floating through the fog
In the care of a note they found

Sir David of Laley 2011

"Foreign Fields"

We clung onto a girl
Who'd sooth and sing
Through the foreign fields and photogenic dreams
Remember the colours she drew all over your skin
All over your skin

Are you repeating a life you've already seen
There's a chink in the armour from which we breathe
We've reached the end of the folly we've never believed
I thought I'd seen

Blue as the tiny little bruises that tip toe towards our decline
Keep your blonde hair, all your money and mascara in your glare

You're not there, never there, never there, never there

As we started to grow older drinking blissful to the lies
Ignore the cancer, all the witchcraft and reality that we'd find
Belated birthdays, a cut short Christmas, are we better off alive here?
The arrow misses, manufacture an image only then you'll realise

We were never there, never there, never there, never there, never there

Sir David of Laley 2011

"Good Night"

Will you break like a match stick?
Will they heal your hands?
Will they hide you in the creases before you make your stand?
Are they using you for a purpose?
I will follow you through the worst bits
I am pain, the soul and your last ditch
I'm your voice, the face and your history

Tonight respite
Tonight's good night
Tonight say good night
Tonight they might

Sir David of Laley 2011

"Battering Ram"

I'll face them
And all their hatred
As their falling dreams glisten
Sleeping choruses
Stare up at the clouds
Staring up at the Gods
In your Sunday best
Autumn leaves settling
Pretending resolves all of our bitterness
Pretend to resolve all your bitterness

Blind as mice
Blind as mice
Screaming where am I?
Wondering how do they know?
How do they know?


Stare up at the clouds
Staring up at the Gods
In your Sunday best
Autumn leaves settling
Pretending resolves all of our bitterness
Pretend to resolve all your bitterness

Blind as mice
Blind as mice
Screaming where am I?
Wondering how do they know?
Battering ram
Battering ram
I saw it coming
Staring dumb and crestfallen
Dumb and crestfallen

Broken nose
Keep your mouth closed
Angelic eyes stare from the precipice
At the edge of your cemetary
Stare up at the clouds
Staring up at the Gods
One day everyone has their fix
Autumn leaves are the last to leave
Pretending solves all our bitterness
Pretend to solve all your bitterness

Blind as mice
Blind as mice
Screaming where am I?
Wondering how do they know?
Battering ram
Battering ram
I saw it coming
Staring dumb and crestfallen
Dumb and crestfallen

Blind as mice
Blind as mice
Screaming where am I?
Wondering how do they know?
Battering ram
Battering ram
I saw it coming
Staring dumb and cresfallen
Dumb and crestfallen

Sir David of Laley 2011

"Naughts and Crosses"

Amongst the shoulders
Born into a very different school
The discovery of dissension
Who has hold of the truth?

Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan

It's something to ponder
A certainty you'll lose
Whilst you remain running on the same track
Praying they'll set you loose

Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan

This isn't fiction
Just a trick of the mind
The world you could have
Don't let them have your final word
A game of naughts and crosses
That has already been played
A game of naughts and crosses
That has already been played

We shouldn't have to think for you
Were you ever at school?
This is done for your benefit
A chance for you to prove you're not a

Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan

This isn't fiction
Just a trick of the mind
The world you could have
Don't let them have your final word
A game of naughts and crosses
That has already been played
A game of naughts and crosses
That's sent to assasinate

The flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan

It's just a trick of the mind
The world you could have
Don't let them have your final word
A game of naughts and crosses
That has already been played
A game of naughts and crosses
That's sent to assasinate

The flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan
Flash in the pan

Sir David of Laley 2011

"Drug Elections"

Let me honour your flaws
With a simple request
I have a need for your disease
And selfish influence
Thankless, thankfull, thankless

Back those broken who will break
Back those broken who will break
A defection to your world
Dream it's all for the best
Dream it's all for the best
A concoction of blurs

Vote in our drug elections
Vote in our drug elections
Vote in our drug elections

The sight of invisible haste
Helps you refine your escape
Make your heroes the thugs
And hurt them for your mistakes
Switched off, switched on, switched off

Back those broken who will break
Back those broken who will break
A defection to your world
Dream it's all for the best
Dream it's all for the best
A concoction of blurs

Vote in our drug elections
Vote in our drug elections
Vote in our drug elections

Sir David of Laley 2011

"Ode To An Energy Drink"

White Willow winds blow and surge
Allowing the Horny Goat Weed to part, the relationship starts
Discover the Acai berry
Last seen cradling Ashwagandha
A feather in your cap, your skull's cap
Leeds to a rhapsodic story
About people who had learned how to sing
Whilst their followers scream, fucking scream

Just pass me the bottle of worthless junk
Hold out your hands and fuse with Crunk
I'll pass you a bottle of spirituous junk
Just enrapturedly unite the holy Crunk

Locked in a metallic cage, a compelling craze, one man's race
Let your lips drink and meet with the Rosaceae that lives with the Tsars
Tastbuds are taken by a mosaic of hybridization, the boss of incorporation

Just pass me the bottle of nugatory junk
Hold out your hands and merge with Crunk
I'll pass you a bottle of vinous junk
Just cosily coalesce the holy Crunk

Those red letter words are just white lies, consume the Crunk and you will fucking fly
The Elixir Bull will never reach the sky, step to the sinthe in your Crunk and you will fly

Sir David of Laley September 2010