Kinds Of Light Live-In Fiction Cover
Kinds Of Light


Sundrops

Make a gear shift down
We can drift around town

Side by side
Time unwinds
Under raspberry ripple sky

Soaking through
My evening blue
She could cut a cloud in two
In the depths of afternoon

Sleepwalking as the sun drops

Lidless stare at lens flare lights
She's a tourist in the life
Heads craned up, but pinned back down
By structures pulled up from the ground
Stalked without a sound

Sleepwalking as the sun drops

Walking sleep
On low lit streets
And there's really no need to speak
To find relief
To find relief

Sleepwalking as the sun drops

Jarred

Where have I woken up?
Eyes prised open by a synthesised sun
Don't you miss the rain?
The way it fell about your face
In the silicon suburbs there is no shade

No, I can't look you in the face
Not since you broke into the trophy case
Now you're standing in the window:
Arms akimbo
On the island of limbo

Lost the taste
For this space
I'm revolving through
Is there
No escape
From daily deja-vu?

Landscape surgeons operate
All imperfections forever erased
I've got the model house and matching crown
From the billboard
But I'm still bored

I try to break out the cycle of strange
To break out before impressions ingrained
To reconnect my body to brain
I'm so tired of being wired to the mains

Lost the taste
For this space
I'm revolving through
Is there
No escape
From daily deja-vu?

There is no shade

The Holiday Song

Come out and join us you call from the water
Fifty foot sunset all dressed in faux comfort
Come out and join us you call from the water
While my feet are still stuck in my shoes

Underneath streetlamps
Lies are tall
On your right: paradise
Cut and paste on the wall

Come out and join us you call from the water
While my feet are still stuck in my shoes
There's no way to answer
But pay one more glance to the glistening image of you

Lost my invitation to live-in
Live-in fiction
Lost my invitation to live-in
Live-in fiction

Plastic Amateurs

Plastic amateurs front the cavernous frames
Behind your bedroom door
You've seen this one before
They play it back and forth like scenes from a memory

Find the need
To make believe
Luxurious lies
Honeyed traps
Left to catch
Curious flies

Hide from dreams that leave you
Scared to sleep
Behind your bedroom door
You've seen this one before

Plastic amateurs front the cavernous frames
Behind your bedroom door
You've seen this one before
They play it back and forth like scenes from a memory

Egosphere

I've been window shopping baby
Shopping the tube
You tiptoe around dark circles darling
What happened to you?

Oh, where the pretty things play
Is hidden away from us
And curtain lifting is dangerous
Centre stage: the show
But when the actress goes home
It doesn't have to close

All the world it seems is spinning
Stuck in a loop
But for me designed a spiral
Forever closing on you

Oh, where the pretty things play
Is hidden away from us
And curtain lifting is dangerous
Centre stage: the show
But when the actress goes home
It doesn't have to close