Sunday, 26 April 2009

Jukebox Plays

Jukebox plays ska
I do nothing
And I don't sleep.
Days of fear
September through New Year.

When I think of my friends
Who are working
I'm afraid to go that way.
Isn't one of them
Loves the thing he does
Every one of them
Wants to get away.

I wish that I had something that
I could put my heart and soul around.
So I dream of better days
And I slip into a haze
While the jukebox plays.


Jukebox plays Doors
Strange Days and Riders On The Storm
Ray's keyboard and the sound of spray
And a long black car
Comes to drive me away.

When I think of the fate of my heroes
I'm afraid to go that way.
don't want a be a heap
On a bathroom floor
Don't want to burn out or blow away

Just want to find me something that
I could put my heart and soul around.
So I dream of better days
And I slip into a haze
While the jukebox plays.

4 comments:

liontigerelephantbear said...

I heart Deaf Institute Trof.

liontigerelephantbear said...

hmm, this open ID stuff is more complicated than my dissertation-shot brain can cope with...

liontigerelephantbear said...

grrr. Earlier it was coming up with my actual name rather than 'liontigerelephantbear'. I don't know what I'm doing differently :( This is causing me untold suffering which I am taking out on your comment box.

Gordie said...

Welcome, Mr/Ms Bear. I also look after OpenID UK, so maybe I can help you.