Songwrite 6

Song For Sirens

Looking at my monitor in despair
Listening to songs I wanted to write
Maybe if we were together
I’d start to get things right

Now it’s so great to see you
And our friends are the magic glue
Baby I’m starting to believe
there’s nothing better than me and you.

Now it so hard inside. Can’t seem to get things right
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?

What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?

Got my friends on my back again
Lost track of where we were heading
Oh Oh Oh! Oh Oh Oh!
Perhaps we should pack in for a while
this is doing my head in

Where, where, where
is the stone, stone, stone?
I’m gonna groan groan groan
All over this poem, poem, poem,
Oh Oh!

Now it so hard inside. Can’t seem to get things right
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?

What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?

YEAH!
I feel it starting inside
that urge to get things right.
Oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh Oh oh-ho
This is so good were getting back together oh-oh.
That should do it for tonight. Oh.

Now it’s so great to see you
And our friends are the magic glue
Baby I’m starting to believe
there’s nothing better than me and you.

Now it so hard inside. Can’t seem to get things right
What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?

What happened? Oh Oh Oh?
What happened to our love?
(fade)
©2017 Andrew  M Watkins

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Songwrite 4

Deep Red/Blue

D’ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhh!
I wince at the yellow and find comfort in its sallllllow
death like probe into my consciousness bleeding without pain.
my body is square and your head is round
tea.
lego.
Mechano.
solder
electronics
wit
I drown like a misfit in your caustic flow alkaline.
chocolate melts at room temperature the hair wore create a
vortex within
a cold black hole ever so empty sucking everything in.
radio
this is me my lovers sin.
upon a mask
staring back
burned out
visage.
come out
start again.
hammer to the nails
in my coffin.
red heart cushion
near ultraviolet spectrum
go into spasm
without going inside
virgin cream top
Time for bedlam.
Wither thee inside.Out.Of.My.Head.
Jah Rule. Haille Selassie Yeah. Rasta Lives On.
©2017 Andrew  M Watkins

Songwrite 3

Still talking

The bus journey still ringing in my ears
we meet kiss and say hello
and then the glow fades to yellow and blue as we move inside and while the others are laughing we cry. I don’t know why. We cry for those left outside perhaps in the rain. We cry for the yesterdays that weren’t that great. we cry before we run out of money. we cry for the taste of honey. We cry for the dead. We cry for the living. Opalescent blue. Blue light falls over you and you look so beautiful. here in our sin. Our rogue fellowship where we always win.
We cry.as if we never said goodbye.
©2017  Andrew  M Watkins

Songwrite 2

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Closed Shell

I hold you in my hand but cannot bear your weight
You hold me in turn with a look of your eyes
and we spin ever so slowly clockwise as the universe unrolls
like a welcome mat around is we are caught.
The shell that you hold inside near to your heart.
nothing can prise it apart
the oceans rise and mountains fall
and lead is made into gold still you clutch at my soul
and never seal with a kiss what inside is my bliss
that one day will come and the heavens above.
I am a prisoner.
And you hold the key.
©2017 Andrew M Watkins

Songwrite

Superhighway

At the bottom of the ocean
in the inky inky darkness
I can see, I can see, I can seeBut the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me

dot-dash-dot-dot-dash
Something, someone is signalling me.
a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway

When I’m chilling in my pad
Dossing sideways on my notepad
Thinking about my dad
Thinking I’m going mad

dot-dash-dot-dot-dash

At the bottom of the ocean in the inky, inky, darkness I can see, I can see, I can see.

(rap)
It’s all rolling you a piece
of what matters. get some relief.
and see past the stares into what cares, what cares, what cares.
And making plans for the future
see that hotel. It’s mine someday.
See that Beemer. I threw that away.
See those girls walking up the road.
One day they will be talking to me.
and my face will widen till it shines heaven, heaven, heavenly

The pool is lightning
The food is exciting
the drinks are supreme
and we are feeling it real

The boys get excited at the dress lines inviting and everybody’s staring at me at me at me.

(whisper)
At the bottom of the ocean
in the inky inky darkness
I can see, I can see, I can see

But the flashlight of sobriety is flashing at me

dot-dash-dot-dot-dash
Something, someone is signalling me.
a pattern becomes a beam becomes a superhighway

©2017 by Andrew Watkins