more thoughts on riffs and crescendoes
this is not an epiphany this is not six thousand phone screens in a stadium this is a winter morning trudge
this is not an epiphany this is not a late arriving postcard from a dead friend this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up
this is not an epiphany this is not a sudden reminder of mortality while surveying ancient ruins this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway
this is not an epiphany this is not the sight of your father gardening in the rain through the kitchen window this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week
this is not an epiphany this is not a sudden realisation that we are all connected as the butterfly lands on the captive tiger's nose this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it
this is not an epiphany this is not an understated goodbye note to that poet we'd almost forgotten before they died this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it so you thought he'd maybe talk to you this morning
this is not an epiphany this is not a twenty something rich kid silhouetting their fingers against the rosy autumn sky this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it so you thought he'd maybe talk to you this morning but he told you to fuck off instead
this is not an epiphany this is not a pretty boy from the home counties singing a pretty song about a london prostitute played by a pretty young home counties actress in the video this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it so you thought he'd maybe talk to you this morning but he told you to fuck off instead and you knew you'd lose this time if it came to blows
this is not an epiphany this is not a mentored tale of poverty for a paying audience of well meaning liberals in the secondary studio venue this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it so you'd thought he'd maybe talk to you this morning but he told you to fuck off instead and you knew you'd lose this time if it came to blows so now you're telling yourself to fuck off as your feet scrunch through glass
this is not an epiphany this is not some gap year village where all the local children wanted to touch your hair during the well building project this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it so you thought he'd maybe talk to you this morning but he told you to fuck off instead and you knew you'd lose this time if it came to blows so now you're telling yourself to fuck off as your feet scrunch through glass and the returning echo says the same thing that the world has always told you
this is not an epiphany this has absolutely nothing to do with statues this is a winter morning trudge with the old knee playing up through the glass strewn passageway where that pensioner got mugged last week and we all know who did it so you thought he'd maybe talk to you this morning but he told you to fuck off instead and you knew you'd lose this time if it came to blows so now you're telling yourself to fuck off as your feet scrunch through glass and the returning echo says the same thing that the world has always told you fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off
