Long Grows The List Of The Live And Dead Pretenders - Eleventh He Reaches London

He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart!

He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew

He needs a part, he needs love

He needs confidence, trust, grief and a home

He wants tragedy, he wants the post cum epiphany

Constrictors come join us in song!

Did I make entropy rife between lovers, family and home?

Well I, I, I’ve got confetti all over myself

Did I drop the third person act to show you how real I can be?

Well I, I, I’ve never been real in my life

Killed by lust and the call for better social conditions

Oh bludgeoned Firefly, I could not save your life to illuminate the night and

show the pathway home

So with no guiding light I’ll take refuge in this cold cityscape

Then we’ll throw a party but only orphans are welcome!

We’ll drink a bottle of wine to get drunk then head back to the shelter!

And we’ll need no one else, we’ll raise these families of our own

On our own!

On our own!

We’ll raise that union flag alone

Schooled in the private system

Publicans are paid to listen

So he sings in the loneliest hotel’s hallways pretending they were his

Break, bind, heal and separate

One from romantics and two from idealists who signify all that I weigh

All that I weigh in worth as a father, a sibling, a son

By request of the old man that his body never lay out of ear shot of the town’s

bells

And through his words passed on at his funeral, «if it does, dig me up and burn

me»

Burn it all and together we’ll torch this portside town alive

Burn it down

With those ashes we’ll make testament to the orphans

If they sing liberal chants and send you broke then nephew burn it down

If they sing stockade songs along the dock then nephew dig me up

We’ll scream so loud you won’t hear those fucking bells

I’ll dig you up myself and fill that empty space

Long grows the list of the live and dead pretenders who could not see the world

as a purpose without fate

So that’s us for now

Thoroughly dead and buried neck deep in guilt with heads held high

I did not say a word because it hurts to sleep

Awake as the same disgrace you always were cause it hurts to feel

And this dynasty of repeated verse will destroy us first

Well that’s where it ends

The destruction of love, life and home on a recording I can’t afford

Learning to walk with one foot in front of the other

Goodbye from the depths of my Fremantle heart