All the evasion at the BBC

The sea - your room - your god. The interior world you loved.

Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble.

So come on - would it be that hard just for once

Idle and out of touch in Europe.

It separates us with questions in our home

Give me some more of your carrier bags and let me dream of a new autumn light.

You weathered the storm, but sheltered the loss, but sheltered the loss, but sheltered the loss

Leviathan in disguise, Leviathan in all your eyes

There's too much heartbreak in the nothing of the now

There are ghosts within these stones, there's defiance in these bones

3rd world to the 1st. Worms in the garden more real than a McDonald's.

Mayakovsky

To clean away the badness, to clean away the madness

Starbright keep me safe today and tonight.

But now I am just broken flesh

Stick those teeth into my back

I'm gonna soak up the sun, I'm gonna tell everyone to lighten up.

People get sold

We may use peace or violence. We may wage war or silence.

Wear your love like it is made of hate

But there's no, no real truth with my fury.

The thing I need to hide behind reigns beneath my holy skies.

Lost on my own in the blazing sun

Inherit goodness, it is here to stay.

A single bird sings a sweet old song, a fitting sound for a world so wrong.

People like you need to fuck. Need to fuck people like me.

I want to fly and run till it hurts, sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia

It always seems to start like this

We'll never see, see the like of you again

I fell in love with you a million times

Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell, waiting for the transportation.

Misery mourns to be devoured

Like islands in the stream that get washed away

Gold erodes, erodes the soul, erodes the soul.

Reject all propaganda.

The wall is a reason for you to believe.

Misery and trauma making love. Best go shoot the fucking doves.

But if you look at me you better look twice.

Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands.

If you want to count down, count down

We should be content in these damned terraces

Praying for the wave to come now

Grant me the pleasures that god made up.

Private care, sugar pills, the flag of healing

Throw myself against you 'cos you ain't frail.

Dragons blow fire angels fly; spirits wither in the air

But your love alone won't save the world

Let us wipe the slate clean let us dig our own graves.

A cubist abstraction let it live forever.