The Darker the Shadow the Brighter the Light

Too much yayo

[Intro: Mike Skinner]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them
Like their prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven say they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins, envy’s the only not fun

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
Wayo
Too much yayo
Wayo
Too much yayo

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Living in the present is like
Trying to sit on the very, very head of a pin
Which is why we try to lose our heads whatever the thing
But you can’t run away from this, there’s no place that far
Pinballing around to the rhythm
Hitting points and bouncing straight back between flippers and in
People are so pleased at their plight
They are not the first to feel this, not even tonight

[Refrain: Mike Skinner]
Ayy, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Leave the ash on your cigarette and wait for it to fall
Till the alleyway is full, you wait for nothing at all
Smiling like he’s loving a text
But he’s watching his own Snapchat ’cause he’s loving himself
He don’t like pain, but he must quite like hell
He don’t like cocaine, he just quite likes the smell
Crying’s the weapon of the weak
Slander is the angle if you’re after getting nowhere

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
Wayo
Too much yayo
Wayo

[Refrain: Mike Skinner]
Ayy, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
Wayo
Too much yayo
Wayo
Too much yayo

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them
Like their prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven say they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins, envy’s the only not fun

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
Wayo
Too much yayo
Wayo
Too much yayo

[Outro: Kevin Mark Trail]
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make

Money isn’t everything

Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything

You can keep on talking missus, I don’t keep on listening
Dancing is to walking darling, I’m that shit to this damn thing
Fucking good shoob
And a bucket of the hooch
Duck from all the hood shit
And you’ll be fucking good
Got so high that my breathing went from auto to manual
Look around and all these faces are staring all back at you
Rings of people run in orbit charging into interplanet
Singing like you sing when I am just an a imaginary
Just an a imaginary

Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything

You can keep on talking
Because I don’t keep on listening
You’ll need to use caution
Or there’s a risk that I will piss myself
Tuck it in and shrug
Fuck it in the sock
Looking out for people
Who might want to have my grub
Eager children and fools go
Sequins glitter like fools’ gold
Seeing figures as the mist rolls in the heaving
Feeling shivers in the cool glow
With the moonlight coming down from the truss
Lured by shimmer and blang
Offering passing nods and fuss
With a fuck it and a shrug

Tuck it in the sock
Looking out for love
Looking out for people
Who might want to have my sons
Run a rhythm at the speed of sound
When the fun is missing their crowd
Rumbling trains that always
Want to come off the rails

Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything
Money isn’t everything

Walk of shame

They talk on the radio but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
The day is putting on yesterday’s clothes
I stay silent so Sunday doesn’t try and get to know me
Looking through the mirror and behind at the night
I need a coffee or excitement or my eyes to be tight
Like the end of a TV season where someone must die

They talk on the radio but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
She’s soft and cold like violets in autumn
Or when soft and beautiful wants a violence warning
On with the talking and the silence isn’t awkward

They talk on the radio but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
Lean on the window we are in limbo
Between here and near home
Lean on the window, lean off the drink
They cleaned out the disco
Lean off the thing too
We are in limbo

Talking on the radio but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
With the look on faces like they’re coming away
From an ATM with no money

They talk on the radio but the day is mute
The walk of shame is my daily commute
I think the driver is asking for something to happen
So he can catch it on his crash cam

My phone is on selfie from the party and bullshit
And I catch myself hearty in full screen
I look like a pin-up on a partition wall
But with the eyes cut out in the darts’ room
She had the look of a fox that wasn’t walking away
When you catch them in your street and it’s still almost day
And they don’t give a fuck

Every home has its own very rare aroma
But everyone whose home it is
Doesn’t know it’s there
And this one had the sound
Of the hush of money
I could get used to this
I was casting a frown
At her dazzling pout
She’d had me at “Ciao”
Well-mannered but loud
It’s an accurate account
I laugh when in doubt
Her back is like wow
She has bags of the pounds
She’s actually sound
I have to get out

Something to hide

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
We’ve all got something to hide
Something to bury
What did you bury?

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
My thoughts feel like cobwebs in a room no one’s been in
And someone’s got a Hoover and sucked them all up
He blows out the smoke from his gasper full of green shit
Smoke floats up like rumours of my poor luck
Picking bits of sigga weed from both of his lips
On a quiet Sunday morning with the smell of cut clovers
I feel in captivity in my own living room
Listening to songs about men killing each other

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
All got something to hide
Something to bury
What did you bury?

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Normally, trying to make a conversation come back to me
But this waterboarding with twenty questions and every mention is agony
Wish he would just go around stirring up apathy
Under this cold exterior beats my heart of stone
Sitting in my dressing gown, I tighten the terry belt
Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things
How weird is this life? It’s not like anything else

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
What did you bury? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We’ve all got something to hide
Something to bury
What did you bury?
I said we’ve all got something to hide
Something to bury
What did you bury?

[Verse 3: Mike SKinner]
He was all the way right, I had almost nothing left
We pretend that we are making do while sliding into death
Like we slide into DM’s with a little guest list
We can make it through the night
Pick up the papers from Tuesday last June
Lick my fingers to turn the page like Aunty Sue used to do
My demise as a man was Gradual, cute to see
From the top of who’s who to the bottom of “Who’s he?”
Word from the bird as I bogart the cigarette
The most hard bit isn’t yet, the most hard bit is yet
Sleep with one eye open without losing the high ball
The perfect hangover cure is the juice of a wine bottle

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
We’ve all got something to hide
Something to bury
What did you bury?

Shake hands with shadows

I don’t see it’s anybody’s business but my own

Shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
Wake me up before the talking turns into walking
Electric tobacco smoke gone in a genie
The Drake and the drill songs and the aching bank accounts
Time turns to business, I look for a way out
I should walk my way out
Shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
The puppeteer pulls strings in the carnival of life

I don’t see it’s anybody’s business but my own

Confetti celebrating and showering haters
She don’t look your way in case you say something to her
Chasing redemption plays on the system
Sponsored by low-hanging fruit-flavoured vodka
I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn

I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
They chase trends in fashion while their landlords call
They shake the club with anthems, the realities are raw
Take the role of gangsters where you may not have form

I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
Aching hands gather the dourest corn
Fake bands of misfits bent into a crawl
You waste moments with laughter as friendships fall

Shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
When you make plans with morons
You’re powerless to misfortune
Make deals in the atmosphere that tries to forewarn you
Take command as your backbone’s feeling drawn

I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
Breaking bread with the mandem’s what the alcohol’s for
Fake a poker face and drop the face of scorn
When you take chances with substances
Caution is warned

I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
Stake everything on an eleventh hour score
Play a game of chess but prepare to be a pawn
When you take in attention, be prepared to be ignored

I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn
They chase trends in fashion while their landlords call
They shake the club with anthems, the realities are raw
You take the role of gangsters where you may not have form

Not a good idea

The devil is on my shoulder tonight
But the other guy is quiet
A second opinion would likely be wise
I need the other guy’s advice
The devil is on my shoulder tonight
But the other guy is silent

Maybe this is not a good idea
I should get out of here

Yearning for a whisper from a voice in the night
But my inner guide is quiet
The devil is on my shoulder tonight
Where is the other guy?
Craving for council from the left of the right
The fecker’s taken flight

Maybe this is not a good idea
I should get out of here

The devil is on my shoulder tonight
But the other guy is quiet
The devil is on my shoulder tonight
The devil is fully emboldened tonight

If you don’t ask, you don’t want
If you don’t ask then you don’t get

Bad men do what good men dream of
Give a little talking to yourself if you’re scared
I’ve spent so much time believing I couldn’t
It was more than enough time to learn how I could

The wisdom in the chapters that you all read aloud
Listen to the laugher that’s a little too loud
The little bit of banter that seems a bit proud
Is it the smiles that don’t reach the eyes

Bad men do what good men dream of
Give a little talking to yourself if you’re scared
Your strength is forged by tough nights in cold woods
We’re torn from the tough times that turn out the good

Bad men do what good men dream of
Give a little talking to yourself if you’re scared
I’ve spent so much time believing I couldn’t
It was more than enough time to learn how I could

Bad men do what good men dream of
Give a little talking to yourself if you’re scared
Bad men do what good men dream of
Give a little talking to yourself if you’re scared

Bright sunny day

[Chorus: Robert Harvey]
I can see another bright, sunny day
Without me in it

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Never get to overhear two folk talk
And mentally give them my own two thoughts
I’ll never have my phone die in an open space
And not know what to do with the emotions on my face
Never again I’ll read those books, I’ll never read
I’ll never again water the dead flowers in my house
Sometimes your attitude’s your only limit
Sometimes you’re the statue, but mostly you’rе the pigeon
I got greedy with the talkin’, should’vе gave a little listen
But that’s like a toilet complaining about pissin’
I’ll get no grave but the sea, I wish a pauper’s grave
No eulogy, just a “for fuck’s sake”
I’ll never stand and skim stones into a lake and wonder
Whether one day there’ll be none left ’cause they’re all in the lake
Bad things after, happen on a roll
The world gave me its phone to look at just one photo
But I had to have a scroll

[Chorus: Robert Harvey]
I can see another bright, sunny day
Without me in it

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Die and deserve it or fight and serve back
I’m nobody, but nobody’s perfect
I feel like when you do a good job in an argument
But it goes too well and she ends up sobbin’ in the garden
God, when I’m in shit, that’s when I need Him
But I’m supposed to be an atheist, where do I begin?
They’re all atheists, they all agree
But which god is it that you don’t believe in?

[Chorus: Robert Harvey]
I can see another bright, sunny day
Without me in it

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Never get to attempt to steal my head
To write the perfect drunk text that I will regret
Trust your dog to always mind your house
But never trust your dog to ever mind a meal
Before he turns around three times, before he lies down
I’m too old for this shit, kill me while I’m young
I’ll die for my beliefs and I’ll still be wrong
I’ll never again see the evening sun go orange
Never get to overhear two folk talk
And mentally give them my own two thoughts
I’ll never have my phone die in an open space
And not know what to do with the emotions on my face

[Chorus: Robert Harvey]
I can see another bright, sunny day
Without me in it
I can see another bright and sunny day
Without me in it

The darker the shadow the brighter the light

Guard your hand with the slight of a smile
The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Can’t well have it nice all of the time
The darker the shadow the brighter the light

I feel reincarnated since this disaster started
An Egyptian king who travels down to the tomb
Dress me up mummy for the here-after party

If you’re fed up just give out a King Tut
Your purse all dashed, where the girls at?
Get me back up
Cursing thе plan
The better thе gambler the worse the man
Brush all the dinner off the plate
Oh which to play
No you didn’t rate me
No miss that day
Swing in at 8
Sing until late
Fling all your chips at your fate

Guard your hand with the slight of a smile
The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Can’t well have it nice all of the time
The darker the shadow the brighter the light

Roll the bones or hold your own
As you hold your tokens
Your souls in smoke
They told you, “No”
Cold you go
Gold or bloke
Roll the bones

It’s a game of chance to raise up the weak
And bring down the mighty
Take your action and find your lunch
Or become the lunch
The calmer your hunch
The harder you punch

Guard your hand with the slight of a smile
The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Can’t well have it nice all of the time
The darker the shadow the brighter the light

We each be dealt we three knelt
Breathing held, release your belt
Reveal your hell on the green felt
Or alternatively
Down your chin goes south of your grin
You loudly grin not an ounce you spill
Shout within, your bowel is still
Now you spin
The house wins

Guard your hand with the slight of a smile
The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Can’t well have it nice all of the time
The darker the shadow the brighter the light

Guard your hand with the slight of a smile
The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Can’t well have it nice all of the time
The darker the shadow the brighter the light

Funny dream

[Chorus: Laura Vane]
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Bin it or burn and I’m either gonna win or learn
So let’s me and you, two become one
And at the very worst, learn a few new songs
Been in the same places but never met twice
Many, many nights spent on guest list hype
Many men wish to put their breath on you
You’re like the drug and the high
You are a beauty you can test with a wet wipe
So let’s hard and fast paint thе town red with a stripe

[Chorus: Laura Vane]
I had this funny dream about you
It changеd the way I feel
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
My hopes are all spread out on these old tiles
Be careful not to trample on or troll my new truths
Made out of old lies
Behind every great man, a girl rolls her eyes
I’m good with just talking, not touching
Lonely but merry
In town, I love talking about nothing
It’s the only thing I know anything about
I always sit up late, workin’ on a drink
Easy beauty’s hard, it works very late
Grace can look good while under its foot, it’s chafed
Beauty without grace is like a hook without bait
I’ve hooked me a beauty, now move the fuck out the way

[Chorus: Laura Vane]
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner, Laura Vane]
You look at me like you look at a hair in your breakfast
Tell me I am drunk and I will check my breath
An eight or a nine, out of a legs eleven
But beauty’s just a by-product of sex and death
I wanna know (Oh, oh)
I wanna know (Oh)
Been in the same places but never met twice
Many, many nights spent on guest list hype
I wanna know (Oh, oh)
Many men wish to put their breath on you
You’re like the drug and the high
I wanna know (Oh)

[Chorus: Laura Vane]
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel
I had this funny dream about you
It changed the way I feel

Gonna hurt when this is over

I see beautiful bloomings as I’m booted and booted
I hear beautiful music, violets, violence, violins
A pause then a slug, into the floor I get plugged
A warning comes and then I’m restoring my lunch
War on drugs, war on drugs
And then I’ve forgotten the mayhem
And I’m off to a haven
Mind wants to be amazing
My what have you taken
Fucking opium dreams
Nothing goes as it seems
Is it smoke or steam?

Everything going in slow motion
It’s gonna hurt when this is over
Everything going in slow motion
It’s gonna hurt when this is over

Trying to think
Eyes in their lids, surprised grin
Have prior visions but time stands still
Wired up chin, I hear wise lyrics
It’s inspiring me to higher things
Biting my lip, I put fire to the skins
On the fire to singe, like lighted kindle
Psychedelia 1960s hold your pipe and dreams
I see bright fabrics, the light fantastic
Friars chanting, file past

Everything going in slow motion
It’s gonna hurt when this is over
Everything going in slow motion
It’s gonna hurt when this is over

Blood vessels rush in with love and then worry
Blood in my eyes that was rubbed off my body
Came up to the sound of the punches
War on drugs, war on drugs
My paws are rusty
The warning comes
Before the punch
Pause then slug, war on drugs

Everything going in slow motion
It’s gonna hurt when this is over
Everything going in slow motion
It’s gonna hurt when this is over

Kick the can

Kick the can down the street, like
Puss in boots in London
Pass the shutters of the station
Just keep chasing pavements
The road to success is always under construction

Kick the can down the street, man
Kick the can down the street

Love don’t pay the bills
My looks alone won’t make my meal
You can only sleep your way to the middle

Kick the can down the street, man
Wack it all it took
You won’t find the answers at
The back of the foot

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts

Always pour mysеlf into schemes
And forget to say whеn

Kick the can down the street, man
Kick the can down the street

You can’t guarantee peace
And no heart will complete you
The cards are not dealt equal
You are what you eat eats
Burn the candle all night to get it
In the envelope the right cheque
I just hope I end up with all the right regrets

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts

Put words into action
And walk nouns through the fog
Just because you’re paranoid
Don’t doubt that they’re not watching

Kick the can down the street, man
Kick the can down the street

Feeling away like people
Have been for ages
And when they run you out of town
Make it look like you’re leading the parade

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts

Each day gives

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Got two minds to be like a child and leave
But I do like to be beside the sea
Selling its claim to be the best in this shit
It tells me its name, but I forget to listen
Why are you always so “woe is me”?
Start the day with a smile and get it over with
Don’t know where it is, I wouldn’t go from here
Like a fish out of water, then thrown out to sea

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Each day gives and each day takеs, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Likе a broken record, it’s how I make my mistakes
Everyone likes vinyl till they hike round a crate
Used to let the song cry like a baby
Record the same song over both sides of the tape
Don’t stop runnin’ to be on for one
Work is so much more fun than fun

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it

[Refrain: Kevin Mark Trail, Mike Skinner]
We won’t talk about this on social media
We won’t talk about this on social media
I’m not tryin’ to be your local dealer
We won’t talk about this on social media

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Too minds to be all wild and free
But I do like to keep my mind with me
It’d be a shame if I had to stay long
But what a great place to get away from
Selling its claim to be the best in this shit
It tells me its name, but I forget to listen
Your favourite thing is always rummaging shelves
My favourite drink is always somebody else’s

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it

[Verse 4: Mike Skinner]
Last minute, grab accommodation online
Just like we diagnose ailments, right?
Alcohol is my medication tonight
An anesthetic for the operation of life

[Refrain: Kevin Mark Trail, Mike Skinner]
We won’t talk about this on social media
We won’t talk about this on social media
I’m not tryin’ to be your local dealer
We won’t talk about this on social media

[Bridge: Mike Skinner]
I’m a hard dog to keep on the porch
The black dog follows me as I walk
Walk past someone walking too slow
Walk past comedy fast to get past

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it
Each day gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it

[Outro: Kevin Mark Trail, Mike Skinner]
We won’t talk about this on social media
We won’t talk about this on social media
I’m not tryin’ to be their local dealer
Don’t stop running to be on for one
Work is so much more fun than fun

Someone else’s tune

If it weren’t for the last minute I’d get nothing done
Just before the finishing comes another drum loop
Smoke machine blowing out a ’bout of love
Love is getting sweetening into this drink
Lighting passing over on my thinking
And all over the floor, let the fucks get the bin

Known you so long I can rely on your memory

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else’s tune
She’s a beacon, gleaming equal of the disco moon
All the sleepless еvenings and the grief this еvening strewn
Over grief receding morning mists in 3 repeated Junes

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else’s tune
Feelings deepen, like I feel for well receiving tunes
Fleeting up from the party into the sky
Receding from my seeing like a 3-year-olds balloon

Known you so long I can rely on your memory

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else’s tune
Dreamlike visions often can just disappear too soon
Beaded sweat, like dewdrops in the weeds preceding noon
Green-eyed monsters sleep for now and leave me to my tunes

Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else’s tune
Fuck those cheap adventures, always spent in the saloon
This evenings smoke machine can even smell like a perfume
Don’t seek the answers to the riddles of those fleeting runes
Feet keep moving, teeth keep chewing, see me Jesus through

Deep it see they’re dreaming, deep sea sleep in neat cocoons
I can feel the tension, but I’ll eat it with a spoon
Secrets whispered easy to see what the people do
Even DJs sometimes dance to someone else’s tune
Teardrops dry and you can try and cry me a lagoon

Put a finger to the wind of the draft
Coming in the fire exit like heaven
If it weren’t for the last minute I’d get nothing done

Known you so long I can rely on your memory

Troubled waters

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Lazy lurking, nursing my health
With the grape juice working, cursing the never
There are crazy turns as you work through the present
Is it nature or nurture when you hurt your bredrens?
We pray in church for our personal heaven
But your mates are searching to work to help you
Hating work and turning up forever
Doing waste man work only works for the devil

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t swim
Thеre are some that swim in
Swim in troublеd waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t swim

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Why is it busy at three in the dark?
Ride into the shit, what will be will be hard
What have we gone and started?
Why aren’t they all asleep in their cars?
They whine and they beep-beep, they beep and they bark
Should be dialing their dealer to re-up the party
Strife’s inexpensive, it’s cheap to get scarred
This night isn’t Disney, the B movie started
If everyone could just mind their own business
And be who they are
It’s part of human nature to hate the man you’ve hurt
You don’t have to face up to how you ran him dirty
Start to do my pace up to fast and further
Gunmetal buildings, their ambers burn

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t swim
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t swim

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
It’s part of human nature to hate the man you’ve hurt
You don’t have to face up to how you ran him dirty
Definitely maybe this is based on truth
Salt and vinegar’s the best flavour of rude
You say unseasoned chicken really ain’t for you
Do you hate it or you need a page of reviews?
Either get to know friends and let them change you
But before you put the salt on, you taste the food

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t swim
There are some that swim in
Swim in troubled waters
I swim in troubled waters
My enemies can’t swim

[Verse 4: Mike Skinner]
It’s part of human nature to hate the man you’ve hurt
You don’t have to face up to how you ran him dirty
Start to do my pace up to fast and further
Gunmetal buildings, their ambers burn
Stride past the fighting, try and go it new
Time to do the right thing, our hearts going spare
Outside of the nightclub, I don’t know what to do
Inside of the nightclub, it’s too dark to care

Good old daze

As the bright clubs flush out the bright young things
On to the quieting bunch on the night bus
Quite what I love about the night bus
Is beside me sometimes when that guy comes up

You think the future is not what it used to be
These are the good old daze just you wait and see

As painted nails tapped rhymes
On protected screens
Jaded eyes glancing at techno streams
The trainee nurses
And the keen on make-up
A baby wails mainly for space and a meal
Greying hair recedes and the pace of life speeds
Could be 8 or 3 on the 83

You think the future is not what it used to be
These are the good old daze just you wait and see

Stale breath battles what vapes make sweet
Snazzle of the headphone on a gamer in grief
Anger-ridden teens too scared to make a scene
Conveyor belt preening of
Layered hair that plainly needs seeing to

White dust drugs and sights to shock
Nice loving mums on the night bus
Overnight bus club with the high street under
Sky that is done fighting this rock

You think the future is not what it used to be
These are the good old daze just you wait and see

Surprised by a look
From some eyes that are up
Before their iPhone summons them
And I’m left looking
At eyes that shrug
Then that type of look
Where eyes touch once
She sizes me up
And then denies the moment
With the eyes looking off
A tight blush comes
And I fight with love
I’ve got a right flush up
But I try to shrug
Because the night bus home
Is like a night bus club
I guide my shookness
Out to the night that’s stuck
Between night and sun

The lighthouse is guiding our eyes
To signs like chameleon, lies and change

Outside an eternal glinting picture of
Serpentine, glimmering rivers of piss

As the bright clubs flush out
The bright young things
Onto the quieting bunch
On the night bus