Tim Snufkin James

Leg on the Line

Hard livin’ charity’s gone out of style, Recall negativity on file, Cross border capital’s overdue, Glean it all, scheme it all, and chew, Publicity’s gone out asquew, High time we called in a few, yeah, yeah. Free wheelin’ blasphemy’s all the rage, tee-totalitarianism’s now a craze, floss-fillin cavity’s in between, cost it all, drop it all, and lean, Self superiority’s setting sail, If you don’t believe me ask Christian Bale, yeah yeah. Ceremonial chastity’s old hat, I never thought I’d question something like that, Moralistic standards become dirty words, Blame them, stain me, don’t be absurd, Sub-subordination’s takin over the world, What you going tell your mother now she’s a girl yeah yeah. Hard livin’ charity’s gone out of style, Recall negativity on file, Cross border capital’s overdue, glean it all, scheme it all, and chew, Publicity’s gone out asquew, High time we called in one or two, yeah, yeah. If you don’t like this give me a shout, I may show antipathy and ball you out, Bureaucracy’s getting on my nerves, it wasn’t him, it wasn’t her, no reserve, Animosity’s expanding the curve, Who are you to tell me I aint got the love yeah yeah

Mr Big Guy / Miss Adrift Girl

Is he shy to be alone through circumstance and sit on his own by chance, the asphalt softened the blow and the gang he knows quickened his speech I know, the concrete makes it strong but lives of theirs make it wrong, you can pimp it up mr big guy, when you get home I bet you’re a mama’s boy. Is she fat or is she thin, her mind’s made up everything and nothings slim, the latest diet will comfort her slowly, but the pain she feels, shatters the only hope she has of becoming, grab ahold of this miss adrift girl, when you get home I hope you avoid the soil. Quicker to file for condemnation the apprehension stops you to mention, just a child whose observations lose substantiation. Is he sad simply because of society, it leaves him without a voice, the boredom in his life is the reason for him to calculate strife, the knives that give him resolve and the prospects that are shelved, you can pimp it up mr big guy when you get home I bet you’re a mama’s boy. Quicker to file for condemnation the apprehension stops you to mention, just a child whose observations lose substantiation. Is she ashamed by magazines and reality TV she watches to flee the only sense of denial and refusal conspire to try and help her understand that this yearning is outside herself, get ahold of this miss adrift girl when you get home I hope you avoid the soil. Quicker to file for condemnation the apprehension stops you to mention, just a child whose observations lose substantiation. Easy to judge and hesitate to simplify and procrastinate, who are we to decide their fate and amplify anger and hate.

You’ll End Up Like Joaquin

Who put on the straw that broke the camel’s back or tied him to the door to block the entrance, attack, she’s filing her nails again not filing the work, it’s this kind of situation sends me berserk. Who turned off the life support before he was through or left the door wide open to invite friends too, he’s changing the subject now to deflect the eyes, it’s easy to see a man get categorised. Who put on the straw that broke the camel’s back or tied him to the door to stop the entrance, attack, she’s filing her nails again not filing the work, it’s this kind of situation sends me berserk. He said we’re going nowhere, she said I’d rather go somewhere, we’ll try anything and nothing, they said you’ll end end up like Joaquin. Who turned off the life support before he was through or left the door wide open to invite friends too, he’s changing the subject now to deflect the eyes, it’s easy to see a man get categorised. He said we’re going nowhere, she said I’d rather go somewhere, we’ll try anything and nothing, they said you’ll end end up like Joaquin.

No ipod in Heaven

Send those troops out on a blacklist, tell them to regroup, not with a Trappist, Soddam and Gomorrah, they haven’t even heard of this, leak the truth, it isn’t gonna surface. Sinful youth leaving Anastasia, working goof, he’s gonna fail yer, the mamas and the papas, they might just blame God, sending them to heaven where they don’t even use ipod. Flagrant spoof, a consummate arrangement, never foolproof, a lament-tickin sendoff, resisting refactionalism doesn’t mean a thing to me, and you’re signing up because your girlfriend said it had to be. Send those troops out on a blacklist, tell them to regroup, not on a trapeze, Soddam and Gomorrah, they haven’t even heard of this, leak the truth, it aint gonna surface. Sinful youth leaving Anastasia, working goof, he’s gonna fail yer, the mamas and the papas, they might just blame God, sending them to heaven where they don’t even use ipod.

All Work and No Play Makes George a Dull Boy

George W, he ain’t got no spin but he thinks that he’s remarkable when he’s had a couple of gins, bored of navigation, needs of few more lines, try tellin’ mercenaries to read the “augerational” signs. George W, he ain’t got no taste but he thinks that he’s remarkable we say “what a waste” yeah. Savvy recognises when he got no host, it doesn’t take much more than breakfast to cause this man to boast. All work and no play makes George a dull boy, drinking from aquariums is another unknown joy, past successes show his Pop’s a clever man but all Mr judge W Bush needs, he requires a new tan.

London

All night the rain fell, the clouds came from the North, clouds like dark institutions, clouds like terminating machines from the future, clouds like cancerous growths blooming with their sinister intensity, they crouched over Crouch End and lingered over Islington, they got trapped by gates above Highgate and throbbed a subconscious throb whilst the townsfolk slept. At 1 am they reached the city. Unacknowledged by mirrors, they mirrored that city and they grew til they were stronger, they were stronger, it was more superior, it felt stronger, it felt oppressive and it came from the North. Heed no nightly noises. Above they thickened, they expanded and oppressed revealing their teutonic towers and their ominous unpeopled dwellings, building, gathering, waiting to let go, to let drop, to let drop, to let go. On Caledonian Road the vehicles crept along the deserted tarmac. In Coldharbour lane the air was charged with threatening apprehension and the cats lurked in doorways ready to pounce, they were ready to pounce. Above, above it thickened, it expanded, it oppressed and it revealed their teutonic towers and their ominous unpeopled dwellings, building, gathering, waiting to let drop. Heed no nightly noises. The black sky sagged overhead, girls and boys worried about their hairstyles whilst waiting in buzzing nightclub queues of anticipated yearning and insecurity. A man, a man puts his hands deep in his pockets and he fingers the tablets amongst the change, hoping, he’s just hoping that he will get through the door, to leave the place, to find a higher ground where there was no rain. He’s just hoping, he’s hoping, whilst the black sky sags overhead that when he puts his hands in his pockets and he fingers the tablets and he fingers amongst the change and he gets through the door that he finds a higher ground where there is no rain, where there is no rain and it’s dry. Heed no nightly noises, heed no nightly noises.

Comeback Kid

It’s only when the chemicals pollute your life beyond dispute that suddenly you notice you’re in a permanent shaky sweat state. You had this plan and way mapped out for all to see and all to be, until they threatened to take you out at the knees. All those times you climbed the steps, hoping to talk to the man upstairs, no-one listened you know that now but you still pursued, there ain’t no quittin in yer you said but we all need a little help sometimes, maybe we’ll find some divine intervention and realize. It’ll take more than luck to be like Mickey Rourke. Wasted all the resources, nothing to hide these new bruises, stuck like glue but now some space to start anew. Everyone wants a piece of it, the sycophantic plastic gits, but only on a good day will they stay and be true. It’ll take more than luck to be like Mickey Rourke. Needless to say they all recoil and brandish their words in an attempt to spoil, all that you have and all that you’ve earned, unlucky you. Newly found accountability, an understanding just for me, life's a stage , it’s all pervasive don’t be afraid. It’s only when the chemicals pollute your life beyond dispute that suddenly you notice you’re in a permanent shaky sweat state. You had this plan and way mapped out for all to see and all to be, until they threatened to take you out at the knees.

Fly

Live let live, calm yourself and give, try, fly. I’ve been thinking about you again, it won’t be the last time, things can drag us down again I said, transcendently sublime. Stretch out my legs in front of me, they’re constantly twitchin, kick those legs from under me, exasperating, hey.... Stop these people looking at me, stop this flagrant shifting, underneath is beyond you see, momentarily lifting. Live let live, calm yourself and give, try, fly, live let live, calm yourself and give, try, fly. You’ve been trying to deceive me again, asking me to take the wrong side, inevitably strong I am, unexpected landslide. Pick me up and turn me around, offer no resistance, stamp on me when I’m down, you’ll leave me listless. Live let live, calm yourself and give, try, fly, live let live, calm yourself and give, try, fly.

Liberating Time

Someone said that somewhere there would be unlimited miles, was it Jesus, John, Matthew, his son, the Times. Unrealistic enterprises takin down the signs, cut through the crap, fancy that, liberating time. Quicker to accept the offer, quicker to reject, take another, ask, no need to reflect. Here it is now baby, excuse me, excuse me, don’t be late, you’ve wasted time now haven’t you honey, please accept your fate. Someone said that somewhere there would be unlimited miles, was it Jesus, John, Matthew, his son, the Times. Unrealistic enterprises takin down the signs, cut through the crap, fancy that, liberating time.

Never Let Me Go

Where is my make believe mother, or my surrounding chaperone brothers and those sisters others speak or well or no-one sells?  Where is my make believe mother, or my surrounding chaperone brothers and those sisters others speak of well or no-one sells? Are these numb fingers and limbs my own and these possessions I quietly collate and distribute freely without knowing I’ll need them before I go. Never let me go, never let me go, never let me go, never let me go. Please help me resolve this puzzle or contradict this relative struggle to understand what was and what is now before it’s over somehow. I wish this wasn’t the position for me, I’d like some regular hospitality or tranquility that normal people feel and be. Never let me go, never let me go, never let me go, never let me go. Where is my mother, where are my brothers and my sisters too no-one knows or do they?  Where is my mother, where are my brothers and my sisters too no-one knows or do they? Solitary.