Willow Tree Figurines

We're rusting away with the dank English weather, adjacent figurines posing as lovers. There's speculation that the sun has gone out and we're so lost. But we turn our smiles upside down and use them as umbrellas, a bleak stench of friction clings to your sweater, from twisting my arm with your girly charms and you know...

We often collide, when the feeling is right and the silhouettes of teenage bodies are concaved into a mattress... and we, fell alseep for days.

We are not permanent, like cheap plastic flowers that I placed by your bedside...to keep your blood warm, you wrap yourself in my coat, well it might just save you for now. And you know...

We often collide, when the feeling is right and the silhouettes of teenage bodies are concaved into a mattress...and we, fell asleep for days.

Written by Vincent White - 2004

Motion Sickness

Just one more cigarette to remind me of everything this is, as you light it I'm taken back to sunsets that burnt red. Well now you hold the sun and it's slowly killing us. I'm the drugs in your blood, sometimes I'm helping but tonight I'm not.

Entrapped in these revolving doors, the spin has endangered everything that was yours! And I can't see you in the spin, the motion sickness is blurring the letters, the walks, and late nights on bedroom floors. Shatter the glass and pick me up in pieces.

You slur something pretty and I smile like I'm the target, but for the last three weeks you've been threatening to leave, but "love can't really die" as the dirt hits the wood and I'm buried alive. And so I kiss your shoulders before they turn cold and my rights to do so die.

I put you together and wrote your name in the melody, I doubt you'll want to hear it, I expect your failures. I'm still waiting with the echoes, talking to myself about the night your house was empty- the night you chose to go! I threw stones at the windows and buried myself in sympathy that I deserved to get from you but instead I'm left with the feedback screaming in my ears.

All that's left of you is the feedback in my ears, screaming in my ears!
You carry me with you because I'm the poison in your veins.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006

I Hear Hell's Nice This Time Of Year

The headlights are blinding, the flash is cutting through my sight. Forced to shut them, I'm slipping off the road and autumn showers are bidding their farewells, the world is rolling and I'm changing.
The stars are cascading right into our arms and dreams are fading, so what did you do? You smashed them like we were ten pins and in that gutter I felt like this was it. Then I came right back, straight at... the hand that let me go.

And we're dying, we're trying to move on from this.

Gift wrap this back together and send it out! Let's shout until the lies fall down! But yet we can't stop setting fire to ourselves just to keep warm.

I'm not faltering, we've come so far above the water, to sink and drown as my scarred flesh burns igniting my life.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006

Caught With Your Hands Up

Your scent has left the room, my clothes no longer smell of you, nightdress on the floor, will stay there until I move. Captured what was pressed on her lips, but never said, ruined by a grudge again. So what are we doing here? I hear Nauvoo is nice this time of year? I have to disown this empty cell and you.

Take my hand my beautiful, don't let me hand in my wings, I want to believe that you still have a thing for me.

You were the one to read my thoughts like an open book that's torn. This is getting worse. I can't lose but I can't win. I long and wait to touch you, but you messed up and I tried so hard to forget you, I can't forget you. Love burns red and often rusts, hearts are torn apart by us, in correction, just you and you.

No one seems to mind the stamp that crowns the words that we inked out, but those letters are useless, working class and tasteless, nothing but cold and damp.

Take my hand my beautiful, don't let me hand in my wings, I want to believe that you still have a thing for me.

You still have a thing for me.

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003

Amber Winter Blues

I take your coat of you, it's raining and dark outside. The wind has bitten your face and fingers, your skin is cold. Wrapped in a towel, you're lovely, I'm blushing...you can stay in my bed, I'll stay on the couch.

Amongst the glow of the fire, I told her how I hate the winter, it makes me feel so blue.

Artists will paint you, delightful, perfect to view. Your touch is warming me to feel more than a sketch. Trading our needs, you've never had this, a trinket box contains the special things.

Amongst the glow of the fire, I told her how I hate the winter, it makes me feel so blue.

They took my eyes, they took my soul, they killed my heart and tore out the mould, shivering and left to rot, broken teeth and no where to go. A mob of thieves ruined my home, tarred and feathered everyone, she woke me up and said it's just a dream, ""baby, it's just a dream, it's
okay".

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003/4

This isn't a courtesy

My throat is dry, I can't say a thing to make you alright. Hands at the side, chest so tight, the air's escaping. I can't pick up the phone, I hope you know that I'm missing your voice and that smile, that made me smile, made me smile too.

No where feels like our home, I won't sleep I hate that feeling when I wake up, it's empty.

I'm not sociable at the best of times, I don't like them here. Four by Five photographs have never meant so much to me. I can't concentrate on anything but the unseen things you do, that no one else know's about and they never will. You're too far away and it's killing me, I'm sorry.

Best laid plains are never much use, just exhale, I plead and ask to let this be the last apology. Rip out my fears, you can change me. I will dance another night and confess all the lies, I will forget, if you forgive. Take me back it's not safe outside.

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003

Moth Of Corrosion

Dreams cascade like stolen petals, plucked to smell the morning and dropped to the terrain to fade. Close the gate and chase the number one to town, while forgetting the wilting rain drops, just to check in and joing the A.I's in the lifts going up and down. "La, la, la, la", we're speaking to ourselves again, stretching so far to ruin the synthetic code.

Past pretences are covered in moss and abandoned like oil paintings facing the empty walls. Concentrate on the tablet white chalk outlines. I should be stronger and round up these shoulders before you give up on the only points of views that keeps us alive.

The phone book has corroded from using it to stand on to kiss and make up to the etches of our youth.

Written by Chris Yeoman

Million dollar smiles are worth nothing.

Lanterns will not go out. Flames will not stop burning until they reach the core and this smoke, it thickens the air, a heavy mist that will never rest, like white ghosts smothering our breath as the bidders blow out death, so stop breathing until we pass. Lungs are blocked, hearts are silent...dead. Brick by brick the insults build and when I reach the top I'll await the fall, as you push me and claim the "glory". You've really done it now and runined the ending, the plot's twist is spoiled as you told me your lines. We think of you as we break the walls where we wrote over your names with "friendships fall". The last card dealt was failure, we'll drown you in the tears. It's always so cold when you come to town, but I won't shiver, we know better. Let's play roulette with a barrel full of insults and compliments, we'll get what we deserve.

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003

Bystander

She slowly finished laughing and she dropped his heart into the sand, he tries to kill his nerves so he won't have to feel again! The more I think, the more I want to rip her pride apart, she thinks she'll get away with this but she's already gone to far. (This time is too far)

No one's empathetic, no one cares about the sunken ship, the victim's swimming to the shore but it's a solo trip! Recovery is a distant common courtesy, it won't show up, it won't show up with a cure.

The week before she pulled him close and used her ruby lips, she said "I never loved you, but I really love to kiss". Private property will soon be open for all to see, no decency, her talk is cheap, so cheap.

He plans to cut the ties and burn the frays, bleed his fists to drain the veins, to rid the blood that his heart contained for her.

Written by Chris Yeoman

A poets line

Amazement calls me to a stand still. Voices prolong but I'm not listening. Description cannot apply when there isn't any words to be found (Anyway). In an instant I'm flawed like before, I'll never forget the way you moved me. That black dress suits you as well as the hazel in your eyes (In your eyes).
A poets line that graces this night forever, a melody oh so clever, to say I...

Arranged to meet in a car park, there you are never failing to disappoint. Such concentration guides my footsteps, stay balanced so I can't fall...again.
Can a conversation be more in tune? Time increases this incisive feeling. That black dress suits you as well as the hazel in your eyes.
A poets line that graces this night forever, a melody oh so clever, to say I...

This carousel is finally our own, so we can take the long way home. What would you say if I were to ask...maybe another time, when the rain dies down.

A poets line that graces this night forever, a melody oh so clever, to say I...

Written by David Yeoman and Vincent White

The Estate that made us leave

I detest this forbidden town, hate the buildings and abhor the smell, familiar people recognise, I don't want to talk you're the thorns in my side. Who cares about this song? Who wants to write me off?
My face grows conditional hair, can tell my motivation with what I wear. Lipstick scented with smoke, "Here keep the change for my ice and coke". Now I am going home, I need to plan this out. I need to...

Meet me at the main station I have to go, will you go too!? Bring a scarf it's cold outside; you know we tried so hard.

I write our names on the door of the train, I underline and scratch on the date. I hope you understand I'd fall apart, living by the signs that pollute my thoughts. I can't abide the day, don't let me feel dismayed, don't let me...

Say what I want to hear, try to forget. You know we tried so hard this time.

Written by Chris Yeoman

Chambered Nautilus

We will keep concealed in these seas shells wailing out her name, in sand boxes below the surface. Blackout emerges from the borough, streets are dim and there are no corners to turn, stay dry and hope with pending prayers. Keep cover shrapnel's raining down in form of such war and hate is loud!
Sleeping on graves hidden by the dust which spread from heavy tyres and marching parades, the sirens are never silent.

We'll keep concealed in these sea shells, calling out her name. Am I waiting? Are we waiting for an end? Is that what this is about?

I left my cape in the wardrobe under the stack of comic books, half a million miles away. Without it, I'm as naked as these trees, so clear and definite against the last backdrop of this year. Our fate collapsed beneath the U.V lights; "delete anything in your sights", delete anyone in your sight.

My eyes are sore and ever so tired, shards of cloth just scattered like grain! The fort collapsed under these lights and visions are closing.

Written by Chris Yeoman

Antenna (2)

And you'll hold your head high like Ben nevis, where clouds seem so tangible, where "nothing it seems is impossible" when you realize the "one" that you love. But realign your antenna, perception is the key. There are timberwolves dressed up as "little boys" and they'll tear you limb from limb.

Desperate lips pay service, to anyone that will listen and copper pieces clatter in their pockets, one for every confession. Between earmarked pages, the ink sighs with sadness and you cry of a love that you've never known "but hey, you're still young".

And you can't hold your breath forever my dear, eventually you'll turn blue, yeah blue just like me.

Written by Vincent White

You Look Like A Fairy Tale

Tonight calls for something better than before,
Something new that we can rely upon,
Designing lines that should compliment
Everything you were blessed to have.

Write the script and perfect it ourselves
Sit quiet and listen for what's next to come
It seems so unexplainable, I'm trying to make sense
Of how you have collided poetically with me

(Chorus)
I want to hold your hand through the moonlit skies
Keep ourselves away from the passers by
Create moments that were planned for us
Tell you you're lovely and I think that I'm lucky

I'll count down the days and build up in my mind
What I want to say to you the very first time
Stutter a sentance but can't find the words
To compensate fully for what you deserve
For what, for what you deserve

(Chorus)
I want to hold your hand through the moonlit skies
Keep ourselves away from the passers by
Create moments that were planned for us
Tell you you're lovely and I think that I'm lucky.

I want to hold you hand and tell you
you're lovely and I think that I'm lucky...

Written by David Yeoman - 2006