all those friendly people

all those friendly people

The crush of bodies already had Kingsley on edge. It wasn’t like there were all that many of them per-say, but it was late and he’d spent most of his afternoon in the studio and his morning in therapy. He was exhausted but he had told Benjy he would come, and he kept his promises. (Or at least he really tried to.)

Kingsley kept to the sides of the room and tried to pick Benjy and Emm out of the crowd. He didn’t know half these people from Adam. It was going to be a long night.

Count back anecitize
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me help me
Find my way
Lost Lost
Is never found
Hide your secrets
Settle down
I am young and I an naïve
Tell me something I will believe
Take me take me
Far away
From this city’s soul decay
Hid away ’til I was eighteen
Only saw colours on a tv screen
Skinny jeans and sunglasses
A fashion statement for the masses
What your doing makes me sick
Over hyped and generic

Shine shine
Like the sun
Spread your warmt through everyone
I asked you why people die
You said we all had a design
Slide slide
Into the sea
Landslide coming down on me
I said I was into you
You said you were into me
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotene lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn’t meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
So tell me where does your garden grow
You said in the time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last

Burn burn
Like a star
Burn a hole in every heart
Strung out on a trail of blood
Who knew the stars were not enough
Smile Smile
If you can
If you can’t I’ll understand
See these stiches in my eyes
Smash computers kill rockstars
Purge the past and waste my mind
Leave no scent or trace behind
One day when you bury me
When I wake up what will I see?
Down down underground
Dig for fire dig for sound
What is on the radio

I would like to say hello
Crawl crawl through the dirt
Jesus show us what your worth
Can’t you just send us a sign
Tell us all that we’re doing fine
Nights for sitting in the dark
Days for lieing in the park
Wake me up from my sick dream
A requiem for this dead scene
You never answer on the phone
With your nicotene lips and your heart of stone
I look for you by the underpass
Looks like this love wasn’t meant to last
You said you reap just what you sow
So tell me where does your garden grow
You said in the time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last

Count back anecitize
Colours burnt into my eyes
Life for you is shades of grey
Help me help me
Find my way
Mother can’t you help me know
Cause I’ve been drowning in the sound
Lying on the motorway
Writing songs and wasting away

—  Funeral Suits