What's Your Poison? (Scratch Lyrics)

I started writing this on my mobile a couple of days ago. Yes, even BoHo Scarecrows have mobile phones, mine doesn't even have a cable to plug into BT!

These are just scratch lyrics. Early starting point. Its about addiction and self-obsession. There's a bit of these in all of us, I figure. I deliberately chose to take an insular line on the profile of each protagonist.

I'm not going to write anything more now. I'm too tired. I need to sleep. I've been writing quite a bit, including a short story about honesty as the defence of the dishonest. Its made me dig quite deep. Graves. Bah!

Your friend,

The BoHo Scarecrow

What's Your Poison?

She works at home in the death of the night,
driven by the fear of her fading light,
there's no threat of delay,
or husband to fight,
Praying she can tick a box,
Or find a plot,
that'll make everything right.

What's your poison?
What's your poison?

He sits by the side,
of the public bar rail,
washing away his pain,
with London Pride Ale,
He'd retrace his steps,
to when he first so gingerly crept,
but he's too drunk to find the trail.

What's your poison?
What's your poison?

They could be hiding together,
on the municipal park bench,
savoring the lost seconds,
of other lives they'd spent,

And on another day,
these moments,
they could've passed away,
but in themselves they're addicted,
And instead they're separately entrenched.

What's your poison?
What's your poison?

She sits and talks to Mary Jane,
safe and hidden from the north western rain,
Laying down the tracks,
oblivious to the oncoming trains,
Dreaming of lost loves,
and the brief touch of fame,
until they are both one, both the same.

What's your poison?
Whether its in the heart,
or in your head,
What's your poison?

What's your poison?
Got to find a way to restart,
or soon you'll be dead.
What's your poison?

What's your poison?
Whether its in the heart,
or in your head,
What's your poison?

The Only Ones Who Can Really Hurt Us (Are The Ones We Truly Love)

I've been writing. I've been busy. Shortly after the last post I went to ground for a while. Then came something of a moment of inspiration and now I'm in the middle of a maelstrom of meetings and emails about a fundraiser for the end of 2010.

In the meantime, I've started working on some new tunes. I played one of them, "In The Eyes Of The Storm" to close my gig at Phibbers earlier this week. It was tremendous. I sung it for the first time at the soundcheck. Literally. Then closed the set with it, and my God, it all came flooding back. Love runs deep.

Something prompted me on Sunday to think about how the ones that we truly love are the only ones who can really hurt us. So, I had a hook. Then something else triggered the rest of the words this evening. And now we have a song, here are the lyrics:


The only ones who can hurt us (Are the ones we truly love)

It isn't about money, guns or blood,
The only ones who can really hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.

It isn't about money, guns or blood,
or whether you can ask,
“did I try enough?”,

We lose friends and lovers,
like reeds swept away in the flood,
because in a single word,
they leave us in mud.

It isn't about money, guns or blood,
The only ones who can really hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.

Because they stand by us,
when push comes to shove,
then fall from our grasp,
to comeback wearing gloves.

It isn't about money, guns or blood,
The only ones who can hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.

We tear down walls
to let them into our hearts,
only to find their editing pen,
has deleted our part.

But it doesn't matter
if they turn us to stone,
they remain even once,
they have flown.

It isn't about money, guns or blood,
The only ones who can really hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.

Some crave beauty,
wealth and fame,
But I'll keep their love,
and its ice and pain.

It isn't about money, guns or blood,
The only ones who can really hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.

You can't hurt me no more,
no one can hurt me no more,
won't let you hurt me no more,
no one's gonna hurt me no more.
The only ones who can hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.
The only ones who can hurt us,
are the ones we truly love.