a bright young thing with the look of an artist
an indie rock queen folded with the elegance
of a homely daughter
the verve of youth touched with the sexiness
of womanhood
colour in the black and white
of a homely daughter
the verve of youth touched with the sexiness
of womanhood
colour in the black and white
something in that face ticks my tock
but I am just an old man
who muses the untouchable
the out of reach
my kicks are obtained from knowing
but I am just an old man
who muses the untouchable
the out of reach
my kicks are obtained from knowing
the likes of her exist amongst the
dull and grey
dancing with the rain and gutter trash
to pale them into insignificance
photographs will find her
beauty?...no
beauty is limited
her face has so much more
stories hidden behind mascara eyes
parting lips that whisper but only I can hear
her face
a face made to drench
angels in self doubt
I sat on a cold bench soaking in the rain
angels in self doubt
I sat on a cold bench soaking in the rain
suffering the effects of too much drink
when I started to write this in my head
tiny pulses are felt if you
seek them out
some lucky bastard watches her apply make up
first thing in the morning
brush strokes of an artist
first thing in the morning
brush strokes of an artist
she is the river I ran dry
the beautiful but tainted youth
tainted by the media and mr and mrs righteous cunt who read
the daily mail.
the beautiful but tainted youth
tainted by the media and mr and mrs righteous cunt who read
the daily mail.
men froth at the thought of her on the tube
every morning
but consider suicide when they realize they never
ever possessed
the cool milk shake look
of the camden eyeliner princess
every morning
but consider suicide when they realize they never
ever possessed
the cool milk shake look
of the camden eyeliner princess
there is a place to sit and imagine what this beautiful ugly town can do for you
failing that just get lost in love making
failing that just get lost in love making
photographs will find her
she glides through the market
all dark glasses, glam rock chic, and mosh pit stalker
all dark glasses, glam rock chic, and mosh pit stalker
I can imagine her dancing in the
electric ballroom
in the 1980's
feel the lust in an unspoken moment
find solace in public Libraries and coffee stained cafe's
bright young thing
with the look of an artist
photographs must find her
with the look of an artist
photographs must find her
and I hope they will
Written and © owned by T Andrew Roberts 2010 © Boris Danski
