Small Screen

Big pictures can be seen on a small screen
The colour green flows like envious thoughts
Run Rivers to the sea
I lost the wood for trees
My breadcrumb trail eaten up by thieves
That if I ever catch I'll latch in a vacuum
And watch them breathe and stop
A rotten thought in my head that's hard to drop
When I'm feeling caught by everything
Living a life that's anything but
Complicated I'll make it that way sedated
I'll state it that way belated
Too belated to catch the train of thought
The Last train, the same one that I missed yesterday
I was kept up by the upstairs neighbours with no underlay
And lazy ways so I'll just keep the name, push them aside
To remind me to prevent those relapses and capsizes
Try again, set my alarm and rest my head
Because the early bird catches the worm say, or so they say
But worms are not enough I'm chasing things that dreams are made of
I think of these things while sitting back, bathing in Radox

You see I used to run a midnight with this Venus called Dexie
The things that she could do with my
Well let's just say that she was sexy
It affects me now. Just to talk about the park we walked about
Rolled together, caught colds together
Weathered the weather together
I never ever let her out on my sight
First light to night, well not quite
But it spite of that fact the night's were dark black
I couldn't see anything but jealousy
These memories of enemies, she's telling me didn't exist
I wish I'd known at the time that I'd be pencilling this
Otherwise, I might have kept my jaw light like a fist
I choose this coz I couldn't choose to lose this
And every time she leaves, that's when the blues hit, she's too fit
Bruise hips and chew lips like we're Dutch
I have to admit that sometimes it was just too much

This is the code in the phone book
The truth in the small print
See change in the small things like leaves falling
Autumns forming, the city sprawling, a gritty morning
A million souls but no pity for them
It's in the details, but most ignore them
Each force and enforce forum
When your living in a cityscape
The skies just waiting for the thunder to speak
And you can't tell the difference between hunger and greed
If London could speak, if London could bleed it would be under the sea
And if it ever fell we'd live amongst the debris
Hunting to eat
The same way that it was done on the street
The mic sudden in reach, So I summon a speech
I hold tight like a barnacle that's clung to the reef
I had a dream last night; I saw this city slick with serpents
Performing business merges
Snorting cocaine, wiping their dick off on the curtain
Saw a place where you can buy life with a piece of plastic
Where your whole life is reenacted, refracted
The make-up makes your girl's face fall off
Old food the taste wore off after one second
Schools only took one lesson; no breaks to bun sess in
Every home a Labrinth
My dream drowned under, now I'm paddling
I saw a falcon rest on a car roof
Bizzare proof of a large truth or a scarred spoof