Acrylic Afternoons
I fell asleep on the sofa and had a dream about a small child in dungarees who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris Metro. Then my face cracked open and you were there, dressed in green, saying something obscene. But's that's why I came here in the
first place. Oh yeah, that and the tea. / Can I stay here / lying under the table together with you now? / Can I hold you? / Forever in acrylic afternoons / I want to hold you tight / whilst children play outside / and they wait for their mothers / to fin
ish with lovers / and call them inside for their tea / Cushions and TV and the table set for tea. One for you, one for me. Come and lie down on the settee in that green jumper, you can have anything you want and the clock is saying it's half past four but
you know, you know I wanna, I wanna stay a little more. / Can I stay here / lying under the table together with you now? / Can I hold you? / Forever in acrylic afternoons / I want to hold you tight / whilst children play outside / and they wait for their
mothers / to finish with lovers / and call them inside for their tea / Oh / On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your knickers down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze. Lemonade light filtering through the trees. It's so soft and so warm. Ju
st another cup of tea please (one lump, yeah, thankyou... thankyou... thankyou... thankyou...) / Can I stay here / lying under the table together with you now? / Can I hold you? / Forever in acrylic afternoons / I want to hold you tight / whilst children
play outside / and they wait for their mothers / to finish with lovers / and call them inside for their tea / Oh Wayne, Julie, Diane, Heather, Rachel / come home.
David's Last Summer
We made our way slowly down the path that led to the stream, swaying slightly, drunk on the sun, I suppose. It was a real summer's day. The air humming with heat whilst the trees beckoned us into their cool green shade. And when we reached the stream I pu
t a bottle of cider into the water to chill, both of us knowing that we'd drink it long before it had the chance. / This is where you want to be / there's nothing else but you and her / and how you spend your time / Walking to parties whilst it's still li
ght outside. Peter was upset at first but now he's in the garden talking to somebody Polish. Why don't we set up a tent and spend the night out there? And we can pretend that we're somewhere foreign but we'll still be able to use the fridge if we get hung
ry, or too hot. / This is where you want to be / there's nothing else but you and her / and how you use your time / We went driving / Oooh / Oooh oooh oooh... / This is where you want to be / there's nothing else but you and her / and how you use your tim
e / Your time / Your time / bala / ba la bala... / The room smells faintly of sun tan lotion in the evening sunlight and when you take off your clothes you're still wearing a small pale skin bikini. The sound of children playing in the park comes from far
away and time slows down to the speed of the specks of dust floating in the light from the window. / Summer leaves fall from Summer trees / Summer grazes fade on Summer knees / Summer nights are slowly getting long / Summer's going so hurry soon it'll be
gone / So we went out to the park at midnight one last time. Past the abandoned glasshouse stuffed full of dying palms. Past the bandstand down to the boating lake. And we swam in the moonlight for what seemed like hours until we couldn't swim anymore. An
d as we came out of the water we sensed a certain movement in the air and we both shivered slightly and ran to collect our clothes. And as we walked home we could hear the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees and the birds deciding where to go fo
r Winter. And the whole sound, the whole sound of Summer packing it's bags and preparing to leave town. Oh but I want you to stay. Oh please stay for a while, oh I want you to stay, oh I want you to stay.