1) Mary Anne....

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Mary Anne, broken, surrounded by photographs of time she'll never get back, Polaroid’s kept by old childhood toys. All alone, soaking up sounds from the radio before the shakes take hold, who'd have known that love would break us all? Weighed down by the books upon her bed, the books she bought but never read. They would tell…Kept back by the anchors in her head, the words she thought but never said. They would yell… Burn like a star, turn the world. Ambulance races around the indifference of ..four am.. drivers, sirens on, making like a song. A symphony embroiled with the chords of this tragedy, a key change we never could see but we should've known that trust would break us all…Mary Anne, save me a seat on the stars above, before the nights over I'm coming up for one last kiss and one last dance.....

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2) I Turned To Knife Crime....

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We spray the walls with curses and insults. Empty promises line the floors that we pace down. We used to talk before the walls took us for every letter we loved and left us this relentless anger. A message unread, a call left unanswered, drunken letters were scrawled and left on the front door. Now valium comes in monthly prescriptions but sleep brings dream after dream of you in your best clothes. Summer sent us among the young lovers; winter wailed her woes and pressed on the windows. Four walls have taught us more in just ten months than we ever could learn from years at our folk’s home. Before the roars a chase must come, but for all our wars we’ve no breath left to run. One cold Saturday some built love upon stone to watch it grow, and to watch it fall when the wind came rolling in. They shed tears but soldiered on; now watch them come, and watch them go.....

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3) The Rest Will Follow....

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One and all! Our hearts in the jaws of the lions, keeping score as we lose our minds to violence. Shots rang around the neighbourhood as you lit a smoke and turned the TV up. Kicked back for the ..midnight.. broadcast "All we love is all we cannot have!". The pixels on the dusty screen numb the weight of formalities like love and debt, death and regret "All you know is all you have been shown!". As we all spend our days chasing things that are never there and never were. Let this go and be sure that the rest will follow. One and all! Our lives in the hands of the liars, marching forth, now we've sold our pride for silence. Cops swarm around the roadside and there's a body of a child lying nearby. He can't be more than fifteen years old "All you know is all you have been shown!". Propped up against a disused lamppost with the medics fast approaching, he looks up and with his last breath says "All we love is all we cannot have!".....

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4) To Die A Pioneer!....

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This angel escaped the choir and set off for the lake of fire where hearts are traded with perfect strangers. A dance led to several more as the juice led to shots of vodka until every passing song arrived like an anthem. Slow jams for the lovers, hard rock for the heroes. No end to the constant weekend, but no way could you keep the pace without burning up and out. This angel is beat and tired of making the most of bad nights chasing saviours in the worst kind of places. She’s anchored to past mistakes and not getting any younger, but come now, another round to drown our problems? Cold hands under covers, hot lights over dreamers. No end to the constant weekend, but no way could you keep the pace without burning up and out.....

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5) Young Hearts....

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We could never keep track of all the holes and the cracks in our hearts. Those times we beat the walls with balled up fists, our knuckles torn. You and I weren’t meant to be, we were young and got carried away, do or die, it was us against the world. I’d found my place in life at the side of a girl. As the weeks rolled by I fell in love with every inch of your body and your touch. We’d get drunk and laugh til’ the light resigned, falling asleep with a smile, side by side. Hand in hand on ..midnight.. strolls I’d tell you stories of old and you’d tell me yours, I hung on every word you said and at every drawn out pause I’d kiss your blood red lips. But we couldn’t keep the act up as those long weeks turned into months; we were both living in denial on borrowed time and on plastic smiles. On the night it all fell apart, underneath an audience of stars, I held you close and whispered soft “never look back and always stay strong”. For all the young hearts, should we fall apart, repair yourself with music. Sweethearts come and go and it gets hard when it get’s low, but keep your head, don’t lose it. To the one that got away, pick a star and raise a whiskey, wish them all the best.....

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6) A Devil Among The Dancers....

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In a place where no one is at, we'll slip secrets in the silence. The night leans on the overpass, a city blinks in the distance. As safe homes and circuit boards, our limbs will work together to keep warm and in control should the urge to bail take us. He knows she knows, and she knows he knows an unbreakable adhesive is the fear of being alone. Every dance has an invitation for a little reciprocation, but hold on tight because once we start this can never stop. Talk, talk about the things we know, steering clear of the things we don't, like how to act in situations when an attraction overtakes our hearts, heads and all the rest. I can't be cool if I'm a nervous wreck. We took a walk to the promenade, as we would for the next ten months.....

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7) Where The Good Ships Go To Sink....

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Hope is the gallows upon which we tie the ropes that swing wild in the breeze, there to choke us on our insecurities. We spent our wishes on love and riches but we ended up poorest of all, with no one to call our own and lists of things that we wish we’d done. When records turn but make no sound, at twenty four we could turn this around to find something more. Drop the anchors beneath the wailing waters where the good ships go to sink another mystery upon the ocean floor. We kept the letter our loved ones sent us in a box amongst the rations as Disaster cut for every corner of the atlas. Stars in the eyes of the ones who fight. Stars in the eyes of the ones who take flight.....

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8) You Cannot Outnumber A Mathematician....

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Benny lit a smoke on the rocks by the River Severn and choked “If this is love, box me up and ship me off away from the pretty faces, false hope and misplaced faith. And when I reach a shore, I’ll find a new face to call my own”. More and more the panic shows, searching for a signal, simple logic will conquer all “It’s all we have and it’s all we’ve got to hold”. More and more the anger grows, searching for a reason, simple logic will save us all "It's all we know and it's all we've got to hold". (Unfinished).