P.S

and I think Tom will join us too:

It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
It's more than thunder it's more than thunder
And it's more than a bad dream now that I'm sober
Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times

At least it couldn't get much worse

Now I am going home to be with the humans. Or not. I guess I'll just listen to Radiohead and Nick Cave tonight. It seems right. Be the judge...

Radio:

the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
One day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless

Nicky:

l hold d this letter in my hand
A plea of petition, a kind of prayer
I hope it does as I have planned
Losing her again is more than I can bear

I kiss the cold white envelope
Press my lips against her name
Two hundred words, we live in hope
The sky hangs heavy with rain

Love letter, love letter
Go get her, go get her
Love letter, love letter
Go tell her, go tell her

Breaking up is hard to do

A broken mirror
Seven years of bad luck
Or just a more fascinating mosaïc

Jagged shards
In the hard ceramic
Can I see pieces of myself

Pick up the phone!
Someone detonate a bomb
I need to stop this ringing in my head

No, listen
The crescendo of breaking glass
Becomes a steady rain, a grey fabric of sound

This is the way
We will always be broken
Pieces trying to remember a whole

And there never was
More than just
A memory
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