Limbo (Baby Limbo) by John Cooper Clark

their lives are a mystery

they make it their career

in the single files of history

fall and disappear

swearing they'll get even

with all those other creeps

philistines and Heathens

they violently sleep

or steal from cigarette machines

just for the change

to get back to where they've been

a doorway in the rain

back in the confession box

back in the slums

desire burns like chicken pox

underneath the thumbs

a refugee from purgatory

wears a crown of thorns

turns out she's a gringo

of hard circumstance

limbo baby limbo

they want to see you dance

take the tradesman's entrance

take it out on a tramp

every fucking sentence

complains about the damp

the only girl is a faint cry

in the garden of cement

wait until the paint dries

it's a big event

look through heaven's window

with their opalescent panes

limbo baby limbo

down the Boulevard of shame

Safe

A leaf falling from the top of a tall tree
Has acheived more than me
I am unable to move beyond my Mother's womb

Kicking through the heaps of autumn leaves
While my skeletal brother clings limply to a branch
He tells the sparrows he's an individual

But we both know he remains
Because he can't let go

Supporting Spurs 2008

Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Fuck.

Words

So what
If I am mildly obsessed with finding the perfect font

At least
I am showing an appreciation towards a man-made object

For once
Doesn't that make me more of a boy?

Nose

The nose knows

More than the fingers
More than the toes

The nose knows

And like the ears
It always grows

The nose knows

So always follow
Where it goes

The nose knows

I don't know why
It just got chose.

Landy