The girl in the Joy Division tshirt ( first attempt)

Oh darling there's too many collisions in our path
Just trying to suss it all out but it's like a tricky piece of math
That night when you tasted of malboro and red lipstick
That taste that was so beautiful but went so quick

Sent me a drunken text after a few smirnoff ice
The Joy Divison tshirt I saw then just about sufficed
That Oliver Tate coat you've got lights up a million faces across Broadway
Leaving all hope that the figure behind it will be mine someday

Tommorow text me the directions and meet me at Piccadilly
Paris, Rome, Manchester, I'll be there.
Whatever you choose is just quite alright for me today

But baby the cuddles in the art cafe and all my common sense took a u-turn
Just a u-turn for you my love.

Do you believe in Cupid?
Do you believe he has a plan or we should just go with it and not kid ourselves
But where would be now if you never liked my Morrissey words
Would you be around because if you was that feeling would be like confectionary to a child
I'm sure though one day we would of met by the shore and your sixties red lipstick would of smiled

Tomorrow I'll try to live up to your aspirations
But I hope you dont mind me trying my best today.

John Lennon eat your heart out ( First Draft )

John Lennon eat your heart out

Just the usual working class lad

Not yet upto anything dodgy or bad

Just admiring Sir Fray and Master Brown

Hoping one day to wear their shiny little crown

John Lennon eat your heart out

Is the dream your keep thinking about?

You know you want to be the frontman

The guy with the driving ban and the masterplan

The arrogant little fucker with the designer shoes

But always in the paper for handling class A & the booze

Your songs may be different but they all make the same sense

Someone else has already sold the ep for a few pence

You think your best mates

Cause you go his school and taught by his teachers

Or know his babysitter and his ex

But you will always be one of the thousands unknown little preachers

You know you want to be the frontman

The guy with the the driving ban and the masterplan

The arrogant little fucker with the designer shoes

But always in the paper for not handling class A & the booze

You think you can gloat, when wear you silly green coat

You think your playing the Salford lads club

Your just playing a small deserted bar

You think your hard coughing up blood

When your not even the shining star

Ten years ago your best hit was in the top 40

That track no longer seems new or naughty

You think you can gloat, when wear you silly green coat

You think your playing the Salford lads club

Your just playing a small deserted bar

You think your hard coughing up blood

When your not even the shining star

Desires to have the style but can only shop at Primark

Doesn’t quite hit the mark

Want to have the moet and selfridges beverages , can only afford white lightning and a few Stellas

You don’t really stand out from the other fellas

Just a load of cigs on your cd cover

To mimic Turners design and hope to be discovered 

Ten years ago your best hit was in the top 40 

That track no longer seems new or naughty

Street corner

That girl on the corner with the miniskirt and overdone make up stood there

Maybe she was bought up in a sinister home and her life just isn’t fair

Her boss makes her wear the cheap boots foundation

Just to give her a start on pulling the punters at the train station

Has she got a habit or two young mouths to feed

If it’s a habit does the back of the car accident pays for her quick speed

As the boss gets more pleased with his greed

All she can think about is when will she be freed

Some say she doesn’t give cash back

But the younger guy claimed he got a rash back

This lady of the night who stands below the red light got promised everything would be alright

Another night she goes back to her grubby little den to take back her cow & gate

Then the baby’s nod off at eight next to their aunty Kate

Her routine eventually starts again

Overall when some ladies sign up to this occupation

They get offered strawberries and champagne

But instead of the Hilton hotel , their work placement is often Piccadilly station

An August Bank Holiday In Leeds

Enter the field on bank holiday weekend
Thousands of people on the carling
As the crowds expand all they all can think of is the main bands
Thousands of tents huddled all together just for the music and the weather

Six quid for some curry and rice
Food can fuck off if food is that price
Some of the girls on the eye are very pleasing
But no way am I lining up hours for a shower if its fucking freezing

Pack of durex in your old jeans
Empty rack of gaymers that has served its means
Some stoners in the next tent
A broken ipod that’s on rent

Head down to the main stage
The newest rockstar walks on all excited and sorted
Probably from the line he had just snorted
The audience now finally start to be delighted
Jumping around like 2 long lost friends reunited
Get a punch to the ribs
Fuck it though here comes THE CRIBS

The libertines walk on and crack open with horrorshow
This is songs of praise for the crowd below
From up the bracket to I get along
The crowd think Barat and Doherty can do no wrong

Pack of durex in your old jeans
Empty rack of gaymers that has served its means
Some stoners in the next tent
A broken ipod that’s on rent

There’s three strongbows for breakfast
Just to make a start on getting you wreckless
So many Sid’s dressed up as Nancy
Sorry mate but that just doesn’t tickle my fancy

Sleeping bag , tent and dirty clothes into the car
Wristband taken off where it has left a scar
The field is now empty of the alcoholics and the junkies
Now crank up the volume of the Arctic Monkeys
As I leave the field and open one of the last beers
All I can say to this weekend is cheers