Where'd my old graffiti go?
I woz there, I woz
Permanent marker and etched on brick
Stick my name stick my name stick my name
Tag
I woz it.
Where does old graffiti go?
Bricked up
Wiped off
Worn away
And now I have nothing to write!
I wish it was you, and not me
Even though you'd feel the way I feel now
You'd be alive
You'd be free
You could get o-ver me.
I wish it was me, and not you
Listening to our favourite song, and see-ing
Something we used to know
Something that had to go.
When we were together
We said it was forever
Now I'm here without you
Gonna see you later.
I wish I knew, what you'd say
If you saw me acting the way I am now
I think I know
But so what
You aint around to listen to what
I've got to say
You were the one, not me
That went away
On that day...
Strange greetings indeed huh? Especially when you consider I actually started this as a verse for a greetings card (I'd read somewhere they got good money). It gradually evolved into something else, though I'm still not sure what...
I'd known Tommy since he was a boy
Played my affections like they were one of his toys
We grew up together
We went out together
I'd call him my first real love.
But I never stopped to think what he'd be like in 5 years time
Never stopped to wonder if he had dreams like mine
A boy on the wrong side may be all very well
For a girl on the right side escaping from hell
But he's a limited boy
Of limited means
There's gotta come a time
When you listen to your best friend's screams!
A couple of points about this. The first is that line 6 used to read 'look like in 5 years time' but I decided looks were a bit superficial. The second thing is those last 2 lines. There was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing I seem to remember, and alternatives included 'Inside your head all you hear is your parents screams.' I figured nobody wanted the word 'parent' in a song.
After yesterday
Did I really need to write another song?
A drawling melody
That moves a sad story along.
I should have taken it out
I should have taken it out on you
The final line in my notebook reads; "Taken it out; my flatmate, my coworkers". Not sure where I was going with this, and I'm curious why I said 'should have taken' rather than 'shouldn't have taken'. Hmmm...anyhoo, the inspiration was Paul McCartney, and how it must feel to have written something simple and pure so long ago, and then to have to try and follow it.
She was brought in on a misdemeanour
But she was guilty of a greater crime
She had bitten off the hand that feeds her
She'd been playing with the hands of time
I should have known there was something about her
I should have seen it in the way she stood
She was hovering two feet above the ground
And she had white fangs dripping with blood
I'd been bitten in the neck of time
And the blood was mine
Bitten in the neck of time...oh my.
I even had a music video in mind for this one! Imagine a 1920's New York Police Station, with a sergeant sitting behind a big desk...well, O.K. that's as far as I got, but this could have been great. There was at least one more verse but this was written on the back of a bus ticket in around 1998, so don't hold your breath.
She heard from him again today
Just to say that he's O.K
Not up to much
Just work
The gym
Wondered if she'd thought of him
Connect on Facebook?
As the cool kids do
You can read about me
I can learn about you
Remember when?
We went here....
I still have the photos
You and me
That carefree summer
Responsibility sucks
Yours, always
The Lettermaker points to A
A is the letter of the day
No-one knew what to expect from the new teacher
No-one expected the new teacher
The suit Sir wore was Sir's credentials
Perhaps his only credentials, how were we to know?
The Lettermaker on his desk
Wooden, square with a big A inside
A loan from the primary school perhaps?
Him too?
Abbot at the back
Yes? Said Abbot at the back
Get O-ver here
Where?
To the front, Abbot at the back
Beside me
He said he had come to teach us a lesson
And why not?
He was a teacher
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They're working out their position now
Where do we stand on how?
Moving Christmas forward further still
Can we get away with another coup?
Will people wonder where the Easter Bunny's gone too?
A year is no longer measured in days
But media opportunites where the consumer pays
THROW YOUR MONEY OVER HERE!
FEELINGS FOR SALE NOW!
Sympathy comes at little cost
Guilt the commodity that can easily be lost.
This is copied directly from my notebook dating from the late 1990's, making me 19-20 at the time of writing. Can't remember writing it...can't say I understand it particularly...but I quite like it!
RN 2010
Inspired by Saved by the Bell (I am an 80's boy after all!)
The Brain, the Muscle, the Fool
One in every school
Of each
Of all
Walking down the hall
With their bags
Of books
Of gym
Tools to make a fool of "him"
The Brain the Muscle the Fool
One in every school
Best - fit
Mis - fit
Teachers pet
And at the end of it all; come and get
Your Diploma
Your Scholorship
Your stuff!
R.N 2009
I loved the 80’s
Lived through it real time
Lived through it retro
What does that make me
Just an antique show?
I loved the Goonies
I loved the Coreys
Loved it when John Hughes
Told us his story's.
I loved the big hair
I loved the Levi's
I loved the Hi-Tops
A-Team and the Fall Guy.
I loved the 80's
To me it was heaven
Just a shame that it ended
When I was...
Eleven!