from South of Suburbia

LUCKY STARS Her acceleration was amazing From ladette to loony in 5.0 secs! Where's that pause button? Emotion guaranteed? Well, I got a frosty reception When I announced the Ghoul of Cool. Lots of funny stuff, girls, gadgets and games, All the fun of the fair, Get off my toe you idiot! This turn of events was very worrying, They were the last good guys left in town, I was down on my luck and so was she, We just clicked (geddit?). Don't try to explain, Just look at the scenery, play dumb And thank your lucky stars. THINKING ABOUT SURFACING Flouncing about the bedroom In baroque petticoat breeches And little else She played the fool She played the game Strange subliminal messages From here in the suburbs Long time ago under water Abnormal floods was the caption Under that old photo I found in the album She flopped out on the bed Stared at the ceiling Drifted into a trance Lost in low cloud Musical voices outside She could play the fool She could play their game As for myself I watched From behind the curtain Eternal voyeur Miss Lovely Legs Sometimes she wore Shocking pink Bom chucka wah wah Party downstairs Super funk doghouse Bored and local fast set Cool cat swingers Wet T-shirts and bizarre videos In la-la-land She was no fool This was no game Make the magic happen. BEAUTY IS FREEDOM Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? - W B Yeats, The Rose of the World, 1893 The light of the crescent moon The lace pattern of bare branches The path of the planets The crystal face of destiny Your true self, your grey eyes Perhaps laughter from the next room Or, even, the sound of a single note. All these can create new space Where the essential beauty of freedom Can be found. See, beyond the night sky The quietly trembling wavelength Of doubt, There, a whiplash line is carved Across black stone cliffs, But vision can be real In the quavering light of the crescent moon, In the silhouette of tangled branches Against the sunrise, crimson splash in the void. SEXY SOLITAIRE (I WANT TO BE ALONE) Slobbering over my ravine plunge cleavage, He lunged at me with tears in his eyes, And fell to the floor in abject submission. Yes, it was the big squirm, Another day, another chance encounter, Not exactly the must-see of the week. The search is on, Not for Mr Right or Mr Wrong, But for a way to be alone, Alone - for once in my wasted life. At least he was wearing A smarter class of clobber But even that could not save him - Stupid bastard. THE SCAVENGER'S DAUGHTER These strange shadows Remind me of you. From the pyramids of Mars To the boutiques of Venus She's your wet dream death wish Come true. She's Lilith Fire, The Scavenger's Daughter Backed by skronking saxophones And burlesque filth divine. A gender clash classic Desperately weird - To be continued... News just in! Lilith's out there with the fairies Strutting around in high heels Humming tunelessly, A real hero of Britishness A sign of the times, But what's the big question? Beware unexpected waves. There are too many distant worlds Too many facts behind facts, Too many displaced and desperate punters, Far too much electronic fog, I thought you'd never ask. Steady girls! STONE HEART SLEEPWALKER This life is a conspiracy of the stupid. My stone heart sleepwalker paced the paving On the terrace where the moonlight gleamed A strange acid queen radium ambience, and Above, scrappy clouds, flags of a defeated army, Trailed across the deep, dark sky of night. Her white, semi-transparent robe clung to her legs, Her thighs were a turbo-charged invitation, Her hair, full of plats and seriously weird, Draped across her shoulders, a ruffled raven. This is my world, not your world, Like it or not, this is not where you belong. Leave me with her catatonic stare. Leave me forever - you cannot be The One. © A.C. Evans