Strange things used to happen when the Proc went down.
From whatthefawk site:
me girlfriend is a midwife....last week they lost a baby...a little boy..tonight she was going back on nights in the delivery suite...when i spoke to her she cried....me being the langer i am said, 'youre thinking about that little babylast week'...thinkin i was gonna nail it on the head and she wud say 'fucke me tucks, you do have a sensitive side'....but she said 'me cunt, i'm hating leaving ya...' she calls me cunt quite a lot and its poetic from her mouth...so i wrote this cos i know its a pressurised job and sometimes she puts on a false front...
Little blue boy
No tears cud i weep for you tonight
for you were just a story
at a kitchen table
little blue boy
your mothers ankle is pink tonight
and someone else will cry for you
at a kitchen table
but its been a week
and i've been thinking
its been a week
a week you have not seen
little blue boy
i hope your satisfied with life
at least with what life has shown you
its more than what we get
the care and the compassion
the love, regrets and solitude
you must have felt it so strong
as you left her here behind
but its been a week
and i've been thinking
its been a week
a week you have not seen
and this is for shell....
soft and pale and so understood
i dont need to know whats right or whats good
ive got u babe
and u've got me
dont need no eulogy or death by a tree
lack of sleep will surely tell
angst or ire or love will prevail
i got u babe
and u've got me
decaff or caffenaited coffe?
let me see you
let me walk round your fort
let me see you
let me see you
let me see just what i have bought
buried deep in synthetics
relearning the basics of sex
take a breather now
let me loook into your eyes and my god
i can see it...future past and present
bollocks
cant write anymore
love on ya
tucker x x x x
From whatthefawk site:
me girlfriend is a midwife....last week they lost a baby...a little boy..tonight she was going back on nights in the delivery suite...when i spoke to her she cried....me being the langer i am said, 'youre thinking about that little babylast week'...thinkin i was gonna nail it on the head and she wud say 'fucke me tucks, you do have a sensitive side'....but she said 'me cunt, i'm hating leaving ya...' she calls me cunt quite a lot and its poetic from her mouth...so i wrote this cos i know its a pressurised job and sometimes she puts on a false front...
Little blue boy
No tears cud i weep for you tonight
for you were just a story
at a kitchen table
little blue boy
your mothers ankle is pink tonight
and someone else will cry for you
at a kitchen table
but its been a week
and i've been thinking
its been a week
a week you have not seen
little blue boy
i hope your satisfied with life
at least with what life has shown you
its more than what we get
the care and the compassion
the love, regrets and solitude
you must have felt it so strong
as you left her here behind
but its been a week
and i've been thinking
its been a week
a week you have not seen
and this is for shell....
soft and pale and so understood
i dont need to know whats right or whats good
ive got u babe
and u've got me
dont need no eulogy or death by a tree
lack of sleep will surely tell
angst or ire or love will prevail
i got u babe
and u've got me
decaff or caffenaited coffe?
let me see you
let me walk round your fort
let me see you
let me see you
let me see just what i have bought
buried deep in synthetics
relearning the basics of sex
take a breather now
let me loook into your eyes and my god
i can see it...future past and present
bollocks
cant write anymore
love on ya
tucker x x x x