50 shades of kilbey

on asias great door steppes you languished in some womans bed

your face against a winter sky as you stare down the sea

we see you now cast in lovely ivory coast down the road

your head  burning with the no show lights that dazzle

you fucking little beauty umpire thats a fucking goal

man my fingers throb upon the sweet neck of my axe

oh boy the luxurious creamy power of music and words

you fell down through that stage into blacked out realms

a taxi in the rain skids out of nowhere someone gets out

freezing to the marrow in some narrow little lane in the rain

inside where it is warm and safe like a cocoon you watch the moon

inside a photo cell a well of liquid moonlight you am unbound

under the sheets of sky writhing through your snaky sleep

in the blanket of your time and its various subtle spirits

much is expected of him to whom much is given… youre living it now

me? i take off my axe and i take a clumsy bow