Flatland

Track 3 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

A humble square was resting in his house
When he saw a circle had appeared
And somehow seemed to change its size
Where have you come from, illustrious visitor?
I'm confused, my roof was recently repaired
I came from space
To visit you here
In Flatland
You hear my voice
In your insides
In Flatland
I'll demonstrate my nature to you
I am an infinity of shapes
In a solid way
You only see one slice at a time in your humble plane
But I can change size
Just by moving
You might be a cube
But you're just a square
In Flatland
I can see right
Into your insides
In Flatland

Shadows Have Genes

Track 2 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

A pigeon carries twigs to its nest
A cuttlefish blows sand away
A beaver builds a damn and manipulates
the world around it for many miles
Sometimes an animal may benefit by
Moving an object that is
Another animal and they already have muscles
So they're easier to move
A flower uses insects to move its pollen
A library uses humans to move its books
Finally it is the fish's own muscles
That the angler uses to close the gap between them
The nightingale, its song affects me
As though of hemlock I had drunk
Imagine how much devastation it could
Cause to other nightingales
A parasite queen needn't exert her own jaws
If she can make some workers kill their own mother
A martian accustomed to universal trust
Would struggle to understand the art of secrecy
A tree casts a shadow
The shadow helps the tree to make more trees
Some shadows are better than others
Shadows have genes

Where I Sign My Name

Track 1 from the album Havoc Monk Unseen.

When the sun goes down
And there's no one around
There's a bus that takes us right down into the town
We get our spray cans
And we climb very high
Propellent to the top of the world
Some like their skateboards
But that's not for me
I want to leave my mark where people can see
Something to gaze on
A work that catches the eye
Till the council pulls the bastard down
I'm the shadow
You have to live in
Where I sign my name
I'm the image
The world is made in
Where I sign my name
The thrill of danger
The thought that we might be caught
While you're tucked up in bed just like you were taught
Meet the new owners
Of all we deface and
Inherit from the living dead
Just choose a new name
Something cool and absurd
And introduce some walls to the written word
Paint your own poster
In an impossible place
To prove you've got the biggest balls

A Moment Alone

Track 12 from the album Letters to Cyril Connolly.

You put your face on
But you forgot to put everything else on
Nature gave you what you need
To succeed
You'll going to freeze to death
In the dark in the middle of the night
Unless you find someone as dumb as you
To stand next to
A moment alone
In the nightclub
No one can hear a word you're saying
This must be the worst good time you've ever had
Drowning in the din
Smoking like your life depends on it
Skinny tastes as good as nothing feels

Enjoy the Smell of Old Books

Track 11 from the album Letters to Cyril Connolly.

They turned her down
And so she went out shopping
To get some peace
Enjoy the smell of old books
The man was weird
He thought that she was stealing
She smiled at him
The clock just kept on ticking
Turn the page and let the dust fly
Leave the world, don't be afraid to die
The answers are all in here
It's not so hard
Maybe I'll start my own shop
A place to hide
Enjoy the smell of old books
Her customers
Will think she's cool and mysterious
They'll come to see
And to be seen in the book shop
The years rolled by
The books pile up in the window
She goes for days
Without a word to anyone
Some kids come in
They're always laughing at nothing
The quiet boy
She thinks that he is stealing

Listening For The Signal

Track 10 from the album Letters to Cyril Connolly.

Dripping from my fingertips
Glistening upon my lips
Endlessly delicious sips
Raining
Guiding me to somewhere close
Happily led by the nose
Feel the grass between my toes
Growing
Can I hear the secret
Signs that you're creating
Listening for the signal
Every day I'm waiting
Blinking in a blinding glare
Breathing someone else's air
See the world through orange hair
Living
Following the floating specks
Using words no one expects
Hopeless crying nervous wrecks
Dying

The Cheapest Supply House On Earth

Track 9 from the album Letters to Cyril Connolly.

The citizen's hat, of a very high degree of excellence
Easy on the head, maybe a windmill of galvanized steel
The management of heat is the secret of making good cheese
No better gun made, an effective cure for the scourge of the kennel
Don't buy from the retailer
We are the cheapest supply house on earth
To be thoroughly up to date you must wear one of our up to date shirts
We make them extra large to cater for the needs of very fat men
Don't buy from the retailer
We are the cheapest supply house on earth
For your own good now, don't buy from the retailer
You know we are the cheapest supply house on earth
The medical guide, instructive in the peculiarities of women
A work pure in tone, eloquent in denunciation of vice
The suit keeps him warm, and is admired by all of his neighbours
Capacious packing trunk, to supply a demand for men's smoking jackets
One horse power, for use in a barn where several horses are kept
Baptismal pants, dried fruits should not be omitted from your order