(self titled)

from mixtape EP by Josef Motley

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lyrics

when i realised that i had been bluescreened on
and the backdrop fell away
the cameramen rolled away
leaving an empty set
and the black edge
around my vision flickered
like an image in the wind....

what i thought at first was a leech
once held up to the swampglow
it's proboscis a dripping syringe
my skin stings
why don't you just bite off your tastebuds
& tongue down yourselves?

insects in the city seem slightly more sluggish
yet more intelligent than their countryside counterparts...

not cryptic enough?

mishaps en route to impulse buying of bayonet bulbs:
a can of butane up my sleeve explodes
from the absorbed heat in my black coat
and i bled in the cul-de-sac back road
profusely....
i walked in wet cement in battered trainers hardly waterproof
and now my toes achilles heels are stuck fast in my shoes
and i can't wrench them off or even move my feet at all
it's solidifying round my broken blisters
like a cylinder of sherbert in which
the liquorice is like the sword in the stone
or something.
but when you're so desperate for munch
you'd eat mouldy bread and cat food sandwiches
and shopping trolleys with the padlocks hanging off
these are the things pompey front gardens are made of...

(and a good liar keeps his stories neatly consistent)