Giddy Girls Dying

Giddy girls on a train, and no one’s happy. Taking trips on a plane, and no one’s happy. Making love in the rain; wearing lipstick in vain, and no one’s happy. Where do we go from here? Back and forth and round and round, Big hearts beating black and broken down. Can you hear that … Continue reading

Babies. They’re Everywhere.

Crying Babies. From A Currently Barren Womb. Mums mums everywhere, Out of their gardens, Of really bad hair. They bring their babies in to have a cup, Scream as they do, mums here properly don’t give a fuck. Grumpy ogre am I? This tactless manner and I just don’t jive, baby. Give’em a slap and stifle them … Continue reading