The called love is...
Middle England, middle aged,
you're muddled
middle life flies on the mind
Never want to make a fuss,
you had your chance, it's gone,
that is that
It's a sign that says I quit
You see it every time you take a piss
And you might think
that nothing seems
important to your lady
Like it used to be before
But love is
When you browse the racks
of re -release CDs
You bought first time around
I hope you realise
That what you're really looking for
just can't be found
No point in denying your
obsession with the past
It's part of you and you are part of it
And even when you're looking good
it rears its ugly head
and says you're not what you once were
But love is...
Of all the bars in all the towns,
this had to be the one where
I collapse
Angina pills clutched in my hand,
a techno -headed speed
freak on my lap
I'm lying in the logger
that I carelessly upset
I am pleased to see it hasn't
lost its pace
Unlike its former owner
who is sadly not immortal
And unlikely to endure,
but love is
No, I am sadly not immortal
and I'm waiting to endure,
but love is.
There you go. Bit depressing.
A bit depressing
but a bit funny too, I suppose.
OK, this is the title track
off New Riverhead
and henceforth...