My Propeller.

If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can’t hold down the urgency
You’ve got to make your descent, slowly
And oil up those sticky keys.

Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller.

It is a necessary, evil
No cause for emergency
Borrow the beak of a bald, eagle
Oh, momentary synergy.

Coax me out my low
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller

My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own.
When are you arriving?
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own/
When are you arriving?
My propeller.

Crying Lightning.

Sat in the cafe by the cracker factory
You were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been caught cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you have left and it was going to waste

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons

Uninviting
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
You are crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
Crying lightning

Your past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called.

Dangerous animals.

Pinned down by the dark

When fighting with my sheets
Nearly crying in my sleep
Yes I'm battling that well told gripe
the most retrainting type
you should have racing stripes
The way you keep me in pursuit
Shopping the heal of your boot
And you press it in my chest and you make me wheeze
Then to my knees you do promote me

I'm Pinned down by the dark

A N I M A L
Makes my head pirouette
More than i would be willing to confess
D A N G E R O U S

Tonight it fidgets through
Before it'll soon revert to you
I'm bought as bashful as a tribal dance
the first and final chance
and 'course the audience
Are frighteners and fiends
Divided up into two teams
When the acrobat fell off the beam
She broke everyone's heart

I'm pinned down by the dark

A N I M A L makes my head pirouette, more than i would be willing to confess
D A N G E R O U S
D A N G E R O U S
The most unsuitable pet
'ts been long enough so lets
Make a mess lioness

I'm pinned down by the dark
I'm pinned down by the dark

D A N G E R O U S
A N I M A L

D A N G E R O U S
A N I M A L

Secret door.


Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
See waiting eyes
That you'd rather be beside than infront of
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

She swam out of tonight’s phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation for miserable little tyke
At least that’s the conclusion you came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
She’s saying nothing
She’s just giggling along.

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a pull and push in on a bookshelf
I'm unveiling the unexpected
How he was ever gonna look to her
Should've been embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat.

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
And even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied
At all the...

Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
See waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

Fools on parade
Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you’re daft to think she'd care.

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along.

Potion Approaching.

I was biting the time zone,
And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams,
And threw caution to the colourful
Then we fell asleep in the car,
Until the bumps woke me up in your grip
And the tide took me to your mouth,
And then swept me back down to your palms

It’s them that put me inside the reminder
That yours is the only ocean,
(Yours Is the only ocean)
That I wanna swing from,
Yours is the only ocean,
That I wanna hang on

I've got this ego mechanic,
She’s always trying to give me vitamins
Oh she’d be frightened of your reflection,
I preferred her as a cartoon
If I could be someone else for a week,
I’d spend it chasing after you,
Cos she’s not shattering my attitude,
No matter how she folds the potion

Yours is the only ocean,
That I wanna swing from,
Yours is the only ocean,
That I wanna hang on to
I’m swinging on
Yours is the only ocean,
Yours is the only ocean,
Yours is the only ocean,
Yours is the only ocean

Potion approaching, shield your eyes,
Potion approaching, visualize,
Holding a token, swollen in size,
Potion approaching, shield your eyes

Oh but if we’re gonna escape though,
We really ought to think it through,
Would you like me to build you a go kart?

Fire and the thud.

You showed me my tomorrow
Beside a box of matches
A welcome threatening stir

My hopes of being stolen
Might just ring true
Depends who you prefer

But if it's true you're gonna run away
Tell me where
I'll meet you there

Am I snapping the excitement
If I pack away the laguther
And tell you how it feels

And does burden come to meet ya
If I've questions of the feature that runs on your dream wheel

The day after you stole my heart,
Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you

And you're hiding in my soup
And the book reveals your face
And there's a splashing in my eyelids
The concentration continually breaks

I did request the mark you cast
Didn't heal as fast
I hear your vioce in silences
Will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud?

And the jostling crowd
You're not allowed to tell the truth
And the photobooth's a liar
And the sharpened explanations
But theres no screaming reason to inquire
I'd like to poke them in their prying eyes with things they never see if it smacks in their temples.

Cornerstone.

Thought I saw you in the battleship
but it was only a look a like,
She was nothing but a vision trick,
Under the warning light.
She was close,
close enough to be your ghost,
But my chances turned to toast
When I asked her if I could call her your name.

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook,
Huddled up in wicked chair,
I wondered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there.
She was close,
And she held me very tightly
Till I asked awfully politely,
please can I call you her name.

And I elongated my lift home, yeah
i let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent in the seatbelt
And I kept my shortcuts to myself.

I thought I saw you in the parrots beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm.

It was close, so close that the walls walls were wet
And she wrote it out in letrased,
no, you can call me her name.

Tell me wehere's your hiding place,
I'm worried I'll forget your face.
And I asked everyone
And I'm beggining to think I imagined you all along.
I elongated my lift home.
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt,
And kept the shortcuts to myself.

I saw your sister in the cornerstone
on the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close,
ell you couldn't get much closer,
She said i'm really not supposed to but yes,
You can call me anything you want.

Dance little liar.

I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You've got to dance little liar

Just like those fibbs to pop and fizz
and you'll be forced, to take that awful quiz
and you're bound to trip
and she'll detect the fiction on, your lips
and dig a contradiction up

And the clean coming will hurt
and you can never get it spotless
when there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less time

I’m sure it’s clear and plain to me
Its not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no, it’s something for those beads of sweat
Yes that will get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch you’ll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt beneath the dirt

The liar takes a lot less

Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
with the wrong memories

And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there’s dirt between the dirt.

Pretty Visitors.

Tricking through the morning
The tramp with the trampoline under his arm
Shifts past your whiskers
So spark is a charm with the barking alarm
Weighs coil ’til the corner is turned

And the bicycle wheels, all struggle to move round
In your muddy mind blatantly cape town
And will intertwine in co-operative time
Shall we sit on the springs ’til the moon goes dry

All the pretty visitors
Came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors
Came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
Split sleep reeps through rewards and ill fitting thoughts
A twilight force, she doesn’t wanna walk
Your legs start running and your legs gets caught

Cannot be nineteen, it’s perfectly placed for
The reasonably frightening,
Pulled from the after taste, you’ll have to slip away
and I’m happy to say
Behold as the crook in a hammock plays

All the pretty visitors
Came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors anekatips.com
Came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall

Behold as the crook in the hammock plays
Crawling with the base of the scales
And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act
Gagged, bound and craft in a tale
Trailing wrapped in a gasp

All the pretty visitors
Came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall
All the pretty visitors
Came and waved their arms and cast
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall.

The Jeweller's hands.

Fiendish wonder in the carnival's wake
Though it caresses once again irritate
Tread softly stranger
Move over toward the danger THAT you seek

You think excitement has receded
And the mirror distracts
The logic of the trance
Quickly reaches and grasps
Handsome and faceless
And weightless, your imagination roams

And now it's no ones fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards
You thought you'd never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed
And you're a sinking stone
But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hand
That procession of pioneers all drowned

In the moonlight they're more thrilling
Those things that he knows
As he leads you through the grinning
Bubble blowers in the snow
Watching his exit
Is like falling off the ferry in the night

The inevitables gather to push you around
Any old voice makes a punishing sound
He became laughter's assassin
Shortly after he showed you what it was

And now it's no ones fault but yours
At the foot of the house of cards
You thought you'd never get obsessed
You thought the wolves would be impressed
And you're a sinking stone
But you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hand
That procession of pioneers all drowned

If you've a lesson to teach me,
I'm listening, ready to learn
There's no one here to police me,
I'm sinking in, until you return
If you've a lesson to teach me,
Don't deviate, don't be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,
Let's get it ingrained

If you've a lesson to teach me,
I'm listening, ready to learn
There's no one here to police me,
I'm sinking in, until you return
If you've a lesson to teach me,
Don't deviate, don't be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,
Let's get it ingrained

If you've a lesson to teach me,
I'm listening, ready to learn
There's no one here to police me,
I'm sinking in, until you return
If you've a lesson to teach me,
Don't deviate, don't be afraid
Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,
Let's get it ingrained.

I haven't got my strange.

When I got back from fixing my hair,
you were directing traffic.
Letting your story slip on the snow as
if the transmission was automatic.
It's arguable
that I shouldn't have been there.
It was fortunate timing.
I had a hole in the pocket
of my favourite coat
and my love dropped
into the lining.
(Have you got your strange?)
Not on me. I haven't got my strange
(Have you got your strange?)
Not on me
You can't sleep
until you've sat
on the steps to weep
until you feel like
you've wept yeah.
(As long as you don't forget your strange)
(Have you got your strange?)
No, not on me. I haven't got my strange
I've better fetch my strange.
I haven't got my strange.

Red right hand.

Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in
the humming wires and
the border fires well you know you're never comin back
Past the square, past the bridge
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms and
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all of those dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
And there won't be a single thing
That you can do
He's a god, he's a ghost,
he's a man, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Across this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You haven't got no money?
He'll get you some
If you haven't got no car,
He'll get you one
You've got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghetto and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he's not what he seems
You'll see him in your head and
on the TV screen
hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand.

Sketchead.

He's coming to your party
He's walking up your drive
And he's swinging all his keys round
Sketchead
He's seen you with your top off
He already knows your boyfriend
retain your introductions
Sketchead
That cunts a protagonist
The pips in your quince
They are behind the spoil
The itch you can't itch in your ear
And the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints

Sketchead
There's poison in his spit
He'll compliment your tits
And leave you to your wits
Sketchead
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald
when you gave him the car
Sketchead
Still coming to your party
Still walking up your drive
And still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to un nerve

And then there's you
You've changed
I approach you like you were the same
But soon it was apparent a new name was required
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me
While I'm captivated by your magazine skin
The tint on your limbs is obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that
They don't prefer the sequel
Will still be swinging on themselves tonight .

Teddy picker.

Despair to the point till they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
The sheer desperation to be scene/seen
Staring at the television screen

Despair to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Sorry sunshine it doesn't exist
It wasn't in the top 100 list

And it's the thousandth time and it's even bolder,
Don't be surprised when you get bent over,
He told ya, that you were gagging for it

She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn't what it seemed
The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means
Another variation on a theme
A tangle on the television and the magazine
D'you reckon that they do it for a joke?
D'you reckon that they make 'em take an oath?
That says "we are defenders
Of any poseur or professional pretender around"

When did your list replace the twist and turn?
Ah the fist, replaced the kissed-on concern
And if you're bothered, I don't want your prayers
Save it for the morning after

And it's the thousandth time and it's even bolder,
Don't be surprised when you get bent over,
He told ya, that you were gagging for it

Lets have a game on the Teddy Picker
Not quick enough can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you're getting thicker
Lets have a game on the Teddy Picker
Not quick enough can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you're getting thicker

Asuming that all things are equal,
Who'd want to be men of the people
When there's people like you?

Do me a favour.

Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.

Do me a favour, break my nose!
Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, stop asking questions!

She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.

Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiousity becomes a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.

And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!
She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!
How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,
Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind.