You are hardcore, you make me hard You name the drama and I'll play the part It seems I saw you in some teenage wet-dream I like your get-up if you know what I mean I want it bad, I want it now Oh can't you see, I'm ready no.. Read »

Tomorrow never lies so live for today Don't be afraid of the skeletons of yesterday Each morning brings you closer to your goal so grab your chance don't let it go The city streets are littered with the casualties The could'v.. Read »

The tenth of July, 1985 Don't ask stupid questions I had nothing to do I was bored I had, I had not Fifteen weeks since the light has gone Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on A thousand bodies stink and sweat and some.. Read »

Without you my life has become a hangover without end A movie made for TV: Bad dialogue, bad acting, no interest Too long with no story and no sex Is it a kind of weakness to miss someone so much? To wish the day would go aw.. Read »

Why don't you close the door and shut the curtains 'cos you're not going anywhere? He's coming up the stairs and in a moment he'll want to see your underwear. I couldn't stop it now. There's no way to get out. He's standing f.. Read »

We came across the North Sea with our carriers on our knees, wound up in some holding camp somewhere outside Leeds. Because we do not care to fight, my friends - we are the weeds. Because we got no homes they call us smelly r.. Read »

This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive u.. Read »

This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species. A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilisation. Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental. A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive u.. Read »

Just behind the station, before you reach the traffic island, a river runs thru' a concrete channel. I took you there once; I think it was after the Leadmill. The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation, little mesters c.. Read »

When I was with this girl last night she held me tight; it turned me on The moon was dark and those clothes were tight her perfume strong; it turned me on Fleeting moments touched in the night then so strong but banished.. Read »