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Inside but outside
Staring at the walls
I have been waiting
But no one ever calls
The People don’t see me
As I trip and fall
The People don’t need me
But I don’t mind at all
Then out of the darkness
Of a living mind
Comes a great light
That makes me go blind
And I can’t see them, not anymore
The faces that crowd around outside my door
And I can’t hear them, no not anymore
The voices that call out as I hit the floor
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone…
Pretending not to care
Well leave my brain in the gutter
My soul in the cellar
I can’t be living today
And give me one final warning
Before the dawning
Of a new me
I can’t see
I am blinded
The lights are gone
I’ve been reminded
Of a time
When dreams were bided
If you were here
I wouldn’t mind it
Brown Fields Turn Green
So I walk the streets late at night
I do not fuss, or shout or start a fight
I just look down and see
The world has split in two
And so I waste my time in every season
That’s ok, you say, without a reason
I don’t mind, I think
My head’s been led astray
Tell your mum and dad that I’m ok
It’s just a phase I go through every day
They don’t mind, I think
That brown fields are turning green
I’ve seen the light that plays in the suburbs
And I’ve heard the words that dance in the reverb
I’ve got time, I think
To stay for a little more
When you speak to me your eyes are glazed
And that’s ok, maybe slightly strange
I don’t mind, I think
That brown fields are turning green
Do you remember the evening we never talk about?
No feeling, no seeing, mind steeped up in doubt -
Just sitting here waiting for the shout.
You sat with me for hours
Talked with me for hours
You touched my face
For a second
I thought we were in love
So I’ll take the pain again and raise my game a little higher
And then call you up to see if you’re about
But if you’re not you know I’ll still be here sitting waiting
The saddest words I ever wrote
Are the ones you’ll never read
The saddest song I ever sang
Is the one you’ll never hear
To this you’ll never get near.
But when I see you approach with that look on your face,
The wave in your hair and the way that you shake,
I know you’ll do my head in again.
Won’t you laugh at my jokes?
When no jokes are left
You can laugh at me.
Can you smile at meaningless?
Can you dance with emptiness?
Not coming down tomorrow, not coming round today
I’m willing to stay on the crest of a wave
And we’ve nothing left to say
Feel frustrated by my starry crying eyes -
Been hung-over since 1994.
You feel disgusted by my starry crying eyes,
It’s all about you at the end of the night
It’s all above me since I lost my bloody mind.
Lost you from my field of vision.
Step it up and lose inhibition…
Feel disconnected from my starry crying eyes,
Been infected by my starry crying eyes,
Hope resurrected by my starry crying eyes.
Poems and image by Robert Monk
