All the good things
all the good things

A good day
up at 6am
no alarm, finally some space to think
sun through the window pane and vacantness
not a second that you doubt the way it is
a feeling of acceptance and graciousness
peace quiet and favourite things
knowing that the day is at your beck and call
so you forget it all and stay within
stop running around, filling your day with shit
hold the phone, drop the stress, save your skin
work becoming just another way to play again
and make amends

all the good things
all the good things

yes, yes, yes...
a good sign
a good time, a good line so good you could die
when all was right, you could sleep the whole night
leaving it all behind
dreaming it all might
disappear you fall quiet
given hold time
lifting up your whole mind
for old times
we write and fold lines
but they’re only paper
we were missing it the whole time

all the good things

a good beat
what it does to me
under the rug with me
makes me feel like making something sweet
sticky syrup
think you’re near it
nothing to fear
but making love to your ears
and stopping the years it, it feels good
and in an hour still would
in a day you could still play that track
and you would chill
stood next in line a good beat is in a minute
filled with 60 seconds resting time

all the good things must come to an end

the sun sets on everything
it may be morbid but we’re nothing without ending it
but out of fuel and running on in emptiness
we need to slip between and deconstruct our elements
the comma in a sentence is important as the message
so imagine a full stop.
the opposite of genesis
does the nothing miss someone?
does the bullet miss the gun?
are we fooling anyone?
we’re speaking to a beacon
deleting everything we’ve said to it
and we’ll continue til there’s no more people
no powerlines
no satellites
no internet TV or TIVO
no heroin and needle returning us to foetal
no words and verse to deliver us from evil
no purpose worth considering the needs
of earth in all it’s shattered teeth and ragged screaming
the system carried off, packed up, completed
not even stars will hold our maps to dreaming