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...all that might have been...
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Upon a Sixpence Someday (the Piper Smile) Vai Lentissimo Disrespect (in Kabuki-Cho) An Outlier The Whole Thing Through Best Wishes Passing Clouds Not Going Anywhere Until
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Upon a
Sixpence
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In overview the light expired and with it went the narrative he’d always craved. She’d told him once she’d give him everything he ever needed or his heart desired... now the darkness descends, that’s the gift she gave.
(One of them is for the chop, one of them assured to flame, one of them is bound to drop and they’ll not meet again)
And as for him he’s not quite sure he’s worked his passage here entirely blamelessly. She told him once his fate could turn around upon a sixpence but the light’s gone down, time and tide is up and the money shot’s no longer there to see.
Now the darkness comes and that’s the only thing he’ll ever get for free.
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Someday
(the Piper Smile)
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The Piper smile plays on her lips and holds him in an iron grip that promises so much if he’ll just stay.
Inklings, darling, dark inklings are arcing through the links between the lines.
And caught up in the moment he’s so eager to receive the gift she gives but her smile does not betray what she might give away.
Inklings, darling, inklings of the darkening times are running through the runes she’s redesigned.
Inklings, darling, dark inklings are arcing in the space behind her eyes.
He likes this town, the air is clear, the crime discreet and he could fit in here a treat someday.
He likes this place, the streets well swept, the slates all clean, he’ll fit in with a fresh routine someday.
He’d buy a suit, he’d clip his nails and comb his hair, he’ll fit in here for sure, he swears someday.
He likes this town, the air is clear, the crime discreet and he could fit in here a treat someday.
And there it was, he’d met his match, caught in distraction as she snatched the keepsake from his hand and she’s away.
And the Piper Smile’s beginning to erase identity and the Piper Smile says she’s not really here and nor is he.
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Vai
Lentissimo
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There was nowhere special to go and so they drove around in circles, hoping somehow to channel the flow of a night that’s frozen in tempo: slow, slow, slow.
The rumpled sheets are soiled and dawn’s boiled up in a fog of poison spores. If he wanted to give her anything at all it’s too late now. She’s ready to open him up, she’s ready to teach him a lesson. Time to be slow.
Clearly, how the story unfolds here and now could be sweeter. She moves her thumb to the front of his throat. He lies stock still underneath her, slow, slow, slow.
Vai Lentisssimo.
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Disrespect
(in Kabuki-Cho)
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Fresh out of the starting gate, bent on the shadows, bent on a night of escapade.
Out of the corner of his eye something once bright now dim: an alien clock is locked onto him.
So he keeps his attention close, cloaked deep in silence, knowing that any fear that he shows will quickly have him ripped apart.
Could it be just a game? No, he keeps a measured tread up although right now they call his name, oh, how’d they ever know that? And so now they’re blocking the path.
And he’s in trouble here, he already knows he’s in trouble here.
What’s done has been done. Hung to dry in Kabuki-cho, left for dead beside the Golden Gai as his head explodes with treasure trove, no-one knows just what truth he has come here to hide. Wonder why he choked, he was in full flow what he said denies his heartfelt cries and instead he shows his cover’s blown; oh, no-one knows quite how useless the excuse is he tries as he’s spied in the red light zone, legs are spread behind the neon signs. There were threads of gold, the stories told but no-one knows if he’s ever going to make it out alive.
Oh, was it just bad timing or some fundamental show of disrespect that’s brought him here?
Hung to dry in Kabuki-cho, he’s made his bed beside the Golden Gai as his head explodes the question’s posed, no-one knows just what truth he has come here to buy. Wonder why he choked, he was in full flow what he said denied his heartfelt cries and instead he knows his cover’s blown; but no-one shows quite how useless the excuse is this time.
If you step into somebody’s house don’t be too eager to assume you can keep on your shoes. Better take off those shoes.
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An
Outlier
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He never wanted to belong, longed only to behold. He felt so strongly all along he never could stand to be told.
He played his hand out flippantly but couldn’t hide the tell his love was free and consequentially the story’s priced to sell.
He never wanted to belong, his hopes were all on hold; before too long he was been and gone. He never wanted to be told, he never wanted to be told. The story’s set to stay unsold.
Home, he can’t get home.
He never wanted to belong, longed only to behold. He felt so strongly all along he never wanted to be told.
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The Whole Thing Through
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Washed up from some Absolute Elsewhere, of what was what he had no clue. Whistling in the dark to keep his spirits up, he hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
Hustling to the darker side of town, suddenly cut adrift from the life he knew, he’s doing his best to keep his profile in the shadows but the spotlight shines out of the blue.
Taken for a German, he was taken for a ride, he was bundled in the taxi and he stumbled out the other side.
It had seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan but this time one and one don’t add up to two. Outside the cone of light the time’s got warped and the chain of logic’s come unglued. Whistling in the dark he goes to pieces... he never thought the whole thing through.
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Best
Wishes
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Be careful what you wish for in case it breaks your heart. How artlessly he gasped in consternation as he pricked his thumb upon love’s poison dart.
He filtered out the static, he battened down the hatch but an itch came crawling all along the surface of his calm demeanour and he’s powerless to hold back from the scratch. His temper’s triggered, there’s no safety catch.
Be careful what you wish for it’s breaking like a seventh wave. He stands stock still in dread anticipation, for after all the wishes are washed away, for after all the wishes we’re washed away.
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Passing Clouds
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Taking the back road to the airport wasn’t such a bright idea. He could have come so badly unstuck but his luck held out and he’s in the clear.
This might have happened and all that might have been.
Ascud below, before him, the landscape slowly flows. It follows that he’ll follow however it unfolds.
If this hadn’t happened all that might not have been.
His head among the passing clouds holds on to what he’s got unable to remember what it was that he forgot.
This might have happened and all that might have been.
If this hadn’t happened all that might not have been.
This might have happened and all that might have been.
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Not
Going Anywhere
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Not for the first time, nor probably the last, he’s diving deep down, all his senses overblown in the transit zone. He’s all alone this time.
There’s not a moment to waste and yet he’s frozen on the spot by his own self-doubt, can’t turn about, might not get out this time.
One telephone call’s his right but while he’s ordering his thoughts into a thread the line goes dead and he’s not headed anywhere.
Drifting through the different cultures, one licked finger in the air to check what’s changed and what’s unchanging... to some surprise the circle’s squared. Way down below the currency a current runs of which he’s unaware.
Can’t turn about, might not get out this time.
He plays it devil-may-care but he’s not going anywhere.
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Until
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So the last time that he saw her he didn’t know quite where to look, taking it for granted she was on her way... there was no future calling, no winning tricks remained in play.
It was the last time that they’d meet and even though he knew this was goodbye for good he couldn’t tell her, just couldn’t find the words to say.
What’s done is done, but nothing’s really over till she walks away.
(And the story isn’t done until the hook’s been well and truly slung.)
So the last time that he saw her he didn’t know quite where to look, his stomach churned under the basilisk gaze and so he’s burning until he turns away. and still he burns until she turns away.
Until he turns away, until he turns she stays.
(And the story isn’t done until the hook’s been played.)
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