Tristan Faulkner - What Gives ?

All these words
That I once said
Or that someone said
Or images have put
On boxing gloves
And attached springs
To their shoes
Put projectors on their foreheads
To spin the film
And they spring
Into the theatre of my mind
Oh Oh Oh
Oh mama
I thought you'd save me
I guess you never showed
Oh Oh Oh
Oh mama
What gives?
Demons with fishing rod handy
And a sharp hook for frivolity
That once Found release
But now weighs a tone
Oh Treacle imagerie
absurd dreams
These can't be!
These can't be!
No these can't be!
A window to my soul
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Lord
I thought you'd saved me
I guess you through in the towel
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Lord
Ooh what gives?
Yer
Yer
Ooh ah
Cause' I gave you a proper burial
And I said all the right Incantations
I let your body take to the flames
Ooh But even now I still pray
Even if no longer in the morning
Ooh Even if no longer in the evening
Even if no longer with words
Ooh ah ah ah

Written by:
Tristan Fuller

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