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Better in than Out

by Mr. David Viner

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Baby's so well and adjusted so brightly, to surroundings that would otherwise cost her so dearly but clearly shes always been sure or a mirror that shows more. She talks to the darkness without a reply thats more than most who've sat silent to try shs a note thats been left by my bed, unloved and unread. shes says it takes one to know just one to forget one, every new morning you hide your face from mine, so I beckon the night to play her, her song. Fresh scented covers shape over her body, a small wind from the window cools down her temper, december brings earlier dusks, better suited for us. So seperate we'd sit all through the evenings I brought to her just waht she needed what i needed, i never would tell so i left, wished her well I left for the sun paced the coast tanned and shoeless left her december, candlelight, clueless but i knew this wind in the road with straighten unfurl. I returned without her ever knowing my going walk right to her seat and i sat down beside her she never looked up from her book said " I'm so glad your back".
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The moon sits heavy on the water unreachable from such a giddy height it really makes you think as you look down in the drink with the air so cold the Thames had turned to ice I could of been a star like the ones up in the sky but im not im just a boy on another lonely London night. From Victoria (bridge) you came and sat beside me said the lights were playing havoc with your eyes and to see yourself so clear, before you dissapear makes everything around a little nicer then it struck me why, should it end just I? When we could be holding hands on another lonely London night! I looked at her and what a perfect body oh the frogmen will smile at such a find they'll count me just as mud like the countless other slugs, sleeping at the bottom of the mire I hope they put her up on show with a blue plaque at the site that read she was a victim of another lonely London night. A lonely heart was never cured by loving A loveless heart was never cured by love You're born with what you got I was born with not a lot I never had a match for a fire It seems I never had the front to challange you to a fight So I'll sacrifice myself to another lonely London night.
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With tat like that I cant believe it were my songs. the words I sung, the trap I sprung and strung you all along. I guess it was our miry minds skin as bad as ours I dread to think how rotten we are inside. Though I was only an arms reach away from you never felt we knew eachother, never felt we breached eachother but in the end it worked out fine, you kept hold of all your money, I kept hold of some of mine. Thank God for circumstance, thank God for luck and chance Thanks christ for right times and places Thank him for ills and guns, thank her for medicines Thanks for light for your faces Wasn't it good or we fooling ourselves? I remember smiling plenty, not to much of laughing wildly. There was nothing that made me cry not to know it, never show it, I recall slowly dying. In fact I had no intention to stay even less of singing for you, bringing wild flowers for you You didnt see that I was going down A simple call, any sized drink and I'd be there as quick as thunder. Thank God for endings, Thank God for weddings Thank Christ I found you when I did thanks to all to those who came, those who didnt but tried in vain Given half the chance I'd try again.
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You're invited to witness a hanging where I will be the host Come one come all and raise a glass my ending deserves a toast one said "hangings far to good for him" lets see the bastard roast I can't complain for I shot dead the Prime Minister If you're fishing for a reason no reason will I give someone had to die that day be thankful I let you live Whats important's not a reason but the friend that you were with were you holding hands the day I shot the Prime Minister? For your curiosity of nthe details from that day I'll share with you the very last words i'd hear him say He said "All I tried to was change the clouds to white from grey" Its no wonder I shot dead the Prime Minister. From the rope I bid you all farewell to give the angels chace I pray I find an open heart to take this sorry face. I'll wait behind them pearly gates for he who takes my place Ill stroke the soul who dares dead the Prime Minister.
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As children we sat by that river and named you old silver for the colours you gave. Could of been from the backs of the perch neath the surface could of been from the moon on your waves. We were married in the heat of July, the evening grass took our weight and the breeze that rolled over her hair and the clover, we left none of that first night to waste. You fed my crops and watered my cattle, you cooled the neck of my wife. I'd sit with you till you ever stopped rolling I'd sit with you till you ran dry. From out of the west a great fire swept, the heavens refused to stir. All of the while with the wee bairns asleep you kept your roar to a purr. You've that silver in your eyes and I've that silver in mine. Money was short an the children cried hunger and in the city you found work as a maid, you came home dejected, so tired and rejected but it was all worth it for the pay. Rumours speard like pollen to sting the eyes and throat and while you bathed in Old Silvers water I found the money in your coat. I never bought up suspicion, acted calm and unconcered. Every night I sit by that river and wait for a plan in return. You my friend, my faithful old river who talks wise and gently of all things, could you? would you? hide her and keep her and for your troubles I'll give you my ring. For you have that silver in your eyes and I have that silver in mine. The ring sank and so did her body, the sides of your banks traced with blood. Its you and me now old silver river and secret that lies in the mud. Each night as the children lay sleeping I crept to old rivers bank. Shed a tear? no you wont catch me crying but a whisper to silver of thanks. For you ahve that silver in your eyes and I have that silver in mine.
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Well the ghosts had no scent and thus they were able to sneak in un noticed and set fire to the stable there was evidence of struggle from the burnt barn door splinters I nver saw those horses die but in the night I heard them cry and thats not a sound to fall asleep to Poor Mrs. Cheeseman she had trouble with the locals she tried to quell a fight between to baby boys with bottles and for all her assistance and her pleads for calm she took one across the face and a deep cut to her arm it goes to show there's no point looking out your window. Now if your skin be it brown or be it black you best not be going on the underground with a bag on your back. theres rats running round theres a nasty deadly sound. Ive been there too many times and I wont be going back London, I'll miss you. Just slightly.
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I've my eyes on you as I drink in the dark so violent my dreams, pulled you apart by the seams took a bite from your heart. I'd rise but my bones are as brittle as a winters air all i need is a taste bring your lips to my ears Dont keep it a secret. You sat me down and danced around me letting your feathers tease and caress me letting me squirm in my seat. I'd grab but my hands are chained and too heavy too rise All i need is a sign bring your lips to my eyes Dont keep it a secret.
9.
Well I sit looking out of my window, and the clouds look familiar to me. The chances that I wasted with a girl that I loved are lit up i the stars for all to see I long for the love which I so sorely miss I know its the darkness that I'm forever with Blue moon, tonight, it looks like its you and me. Theres a breeze outside aint it cold. The leaves look frozen from the frost. theres a mist hanging low though ive a fire protecting me but its the warmth of your love I miss the most. I long for the love which I so sorely miss I know its the darkness that Im forever with Blue moon, tonight, it looks like its you and me.
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I've got a robin in my heart, Ive got a robin in my heart, It flits and it flutters lika the wind against the shutters but I wont let it out 'cause I'm scared who it might start singing about I've got a robin in my heart I've got a robin in my heart If it tries to sing to you well I'll break its wings in two For if that could sing I'm sure sure he'd sing you everything I've got a robin in my heart I've got a robin in my heart It pushes against my ribs like the parchment feels the nib of an author filled with fire I'll deny her, she's nothing but a liar. I've got a robin in my heart, I've got a robin in my heart, I'll do my best to hold her, feel her red breast getting colder I've got a robin in my heart slowly dying.

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released July 1, 2011

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