25y/o songwriter hailing from South London. www.myspace.com/deafyetiband
I got mine You got your Place to keep All kind of sorts Wishes, dreams Fantasies Ways to hurt Ways to please Tell me it's over You've said it before Tell me I'm garbage Pinned to the floor Tell me...
Don't look in the egg cup it's long abandoned curve lonely convex hollow where origin of birds was laid for soldiers dipping soft and warm and safe at Sunday morning sittings with juice and coffee...
Your school satchel, held together. Patches; Nineties funk and grunge. Smiley face and button pins. Hawked across an outstretched wing. To carry, witness, bare recall. Diary pages, points of import.
If you can see the failing In pushing till you bleed Endeavour beyond common sense You should have been his seed Planted in a garden He tended twenty years Effort in and progress out You'll get just...
(Apologies for the severe lateness of this one, I found it knocking around at the back of a notebook from last summer while sick in bed today.
I found all that I need inside your cool fiction grease and hard boiled greed gives you slips and confliction late night, Lexington Drive I got that dark feeling overreach till you die the dose that...
Adonta ta melê Beneath the treetops calling Echo, Echo through your cave Pan or Zeus: your lovers cruel Black on blue A steak disclaimer Back and backward to the blade Papa's failing, Mother's...
Alice Girl, your quick quip name Mistress, hard bitch, villainess Turn you on and play my woes Do it fast or take me slow Cherry red, your candy shell Protects a body lean and toned Chipped in...
[WARNING: EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT] I choose you, Bulbamour Wrap me in your vine and leaf Every budding bulb or flower Bursting for our canopy I choose you, Kinkychu Spark filled eyes and voltage...
These creases in my skin Beginning from shoulder Down to a hand Weathered in places Knuckled and scarred tell a tale of twenty-five Years spent on this earth The bands of flesh Wrapped tight...
There's the Alsatian burn of a candle, low Wick on the table, short to show Grease smudges on your tumbler's bow And half a jug of beer Triangles in the distance stand A handful of surrendered...
I've been absent quite a while Wrapped in bells and rings Hectic is as hectic does With work and other things I'm ever so productive But not too much with rhyme Think I'll trade this English...
We're on the phone for hours You have to get your time I very rarely answer And you're never really sure If you've got my full attention I'm often on the go And I'm more than often working Or so I'd...
You're in bits and falling Falling for love and who needs it Love.
It was opiate Special and unique A breeze of beauty Coaxed from crosses The boy peered Out from his hair Afire and stretched On a seventies sofa Haze above the VCR Pumped clouds and storms Peeled...
I imagine buying beer Could appear a daunting task In a foreign pub or bar What to pay and what to ask Twelve pound for a pint in Rome Three pound if you drink at home Branded piss or local...
Huddled up against the wall In Winter, Autumn turning Cool and cold in brick/stone house Found pockets, warmth retaining One spot on the kitchen floor Where pipes run close to ground Top end of our...
Buy me juice and liquorice Give it up when I need the most Tell the kids I won't be home Every day I'm absent more than most Took a drive down past the lake Bearded with her lilies and her flowers...
Deep inside your valley You are cold Your pulse beats hard Your life's blood quickens Yet a stillness Ice that thickens Spreads in shards Toward your heart Your body betrays you Tense beneath The...
I bought a peacock shirt Blue and red and gold To wear on foreign beaches And when the day grows old Strolling about town Harbour to tiki bar In my dazzling peacock shirt The dandy from afar I...
tiny furry .c a t e r p i l lAR.
I find myself looking over fences defences up God forbid that I’m the one to blame I saw your side lunar and delicious your moonbeam arms to wrap around my heavy frame I find myself a hole...
Isn't there something So ever beguiling Of tell-a-tale canines And Downing Street doors Chase down the waif With her arm In your trousers You're done Won't you please tell me The fish are all...
Morning all. Was up all last night, most of it spent contemplating my navel and not drinking whiskey. Nevermind.
Early at first light they left us in the house boarded up the windows shut the sunrise out emptied out our cupboards no bread, no milk, no jam left us only spirits and the head bones of a dog Early...
I heard this sound live on the radio bought my girl she don’t like my shoes though take your time we can go be rock stars this one’s mine think I need a doctor Sing my song all the words I taught...
(aka: the musings of a fat, dyslexic inner child) If E=MC2 why can't I move from my chair. The crisps I ate ballooned my waist yet still the fridge seems far away.
Bees nest in the gutter Living through a marriage Your pretty coat lapels Symbolic of past damage Buttoned down and curative Blessed uneasy peace Insects under plaster raspberries conjure...
I found out not so long ago you’ve got nothing in your eyes and I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d lost everything before you even met me there’s nothing in your eyes despite what you want to tell...
Can't you find your voice I can hear you turning Over the noise Of your thoughts I'm learning To listen hard at night Close the bedroom door Hide beneath our bed Heart pressed to the floor Can't you...
I came out to morning sun they were drawing keeler hawls you pressed silent to my side breath - the salt from breeze on tide.
The Old Lady of Bath walks home again with outset feet, slowly with supporting cane makes her way, square by square stern eyes, stern hair Attired in a black woollen top and black cotton skirt with...
Far be it for an Underling to Council Ladies Kaiser, Kings Every man should Remain a Servant to the game But perhaps A change is due Starting with Two fingered truth Any reason Royalty Deem...
A woman girl at gate eighteen stops stands stock still to the spot rooted Half her face pale bleached white in the New Year dawn is turned toward me the rest concealed by light arriving only in...
[If anyone's struggling to make head or tail of this or its structure, check www.queenstreetwillburn.com and video of 'Faith & Assets' on the media page.] You have talked to me of love and...
Penny Head, you make me smile Your willow roots reach for the earth Your whirlwind bangs fly, skip, jump, hop Spinning to your spinning top Emerald Eyes, you give me dreams Of green volcanic pools...
Irina in a bathtub, dancing Rougue red lips, mascara smeared Midnight Angel, hellion laughing Hanging on to a bottle of beer Marlboro smoking in her hand Crimson nails, tattooed arms Little Red and...
Good Afternoon. I'm back and - contrary to some rumours - alive.
If my back's anything to go by this morning then bathtubs are not recommended for sleeping in. Apart from that though it's all good.
Good evening...or morning. To say I'm tired would be a little bit like saying that Boris Johnson is a tiny bit of an awkward representation of Londoners everywhere.
Panic in Tehran Mahmoud's mongrels’ anger fanned by opposition outraged calls of cheat charade and blatant fraud Swarms of busiji wielding batons beat supporters of reform stun grenades...
Good evening. So, we're on the Tain to the airport, this morning was a disaster. From forgetting guitars to being generally late and hungover, things were not going our way.
Gecko On a leaf On the wind In the air Above sails And rooftops And deserts The lair Of a beast In his cave Under rock Under dirt As pleasure To pain As healing To hurt Rooster On a barn Calling...
Touch me because I'm here for every second wanting moment that we fear to tread on our new toes walking, taking life as one Touch me because there's ice such cold indifference hard-six die dice that...
Today I was home Sleeping late alone Monday put on hold Every day's recurrent When you're made redundant Everything gets old So I thought of you Lying idle too Waiting by the sea I wished that I was...
So, tomorrow I fly out to Ireland for leg two of an acoustic tour that will take me all the way from trendy Dublin to the deep, green South of County Wexford.
[final song in a trilogy: The Cradle, The Palace, The Grave. All three have taken me the last four years to complete and can now be found on Opuss.
We sailed across in our little boats Each with a doorframe to keep us afloat And our jackets were lashed To our bodies for masts Play on, we go on White horses leapt and grabbed at our feet Dragging...
I see only rolling scenes rumbling rattling screen but know that scent like forever Like love or satisfaction not gloating proud but pleasant Time bottled barraged grass green thoughts...
Play like there's something within you Dance like you've something to say You're an angel, demon, boogeyman Headed for the fray Listen like I got your attention Act like your Emily Strange You're...
Shrill with colour Spot paintings, citric cubes White on blue Everton strips Parmentier's '66 in Liverpool A colour chart Of bursts and stubs Synthetic colour streets Keyed up and chemical Kingfisher...
Was I four then.
Good Morning. A very happy May to you, I hope it finds you well. I decided to plan a little better than the cobbled together affair than was yesterday's foray on Opuss.
Afterward there shall be silence or at least stillness. Dust will blow down Greek Street, the uncollected bins overflowing.
Bad Monkey don't eat tayto He love blue blooded steak He don't like goldfish either He'd rather shark, bread baked Bad Monkey don't drink coco He shoot only Snow Queen He chase it down with strong,...
I found someone Who looks the same Talks the same Moves the same Way we did when to all Intent and purpose We were kids I found a girl Who drinks the same Way you did Before our tracks Our train...
Having cleared away the rain London's sunny once again Let's have strawberries, lemonade Till the daylight starts to fade Then move on to evening's laughter Southeast city tropicana Having cleared...
‘Boredom’ by Moravia according to his Dino’s tome stems not from lack of things to do but from a lack of things at all A flawed or none existent bond relationship with life is bored a glass is merely...
I couldn’t look at the orange man for fear and disgust of the Earth slumped in his blanket outside Leicester tube with his legs stretched out on the path J. x.
This rug has been on several floors Our lounge at home, my room in halls Down in town in Western Wales Then Earls Court to near Enfield It's seen off milk and spilled red wine Break-up sex and party...
There's something of the tomboy In your blazer and your corduroys And it's time to settle down after these years You've been running from the wildwood But your favourite toys from childhood We're...
You sat legs dangling Feet off the road On a hardboard case Counting your toes The things you were sure of They all let you down And who to depend on When you're not around There's an old dirt...
We are in drought The poster said I'll wash myself With sand instead Drink only blood Throw plants away Once withered in The cruel sun's rays We are in drought So says the news No hosepipes,...
Good Morning. A very happy if wet Sunday to you wherever you are. Last night was a relatively docile affair - Wayne's World and a couple of beers - but today promises to be bloody action packed.
Bent over the back of a Japanese seat pose complete with coloured beads threads of sweat about her neck locks parted to one side Her eyes adjust to focus on some point off camera world, time...
He sat cracking his knuckles Over marmalade Ignoring burned toast Cold in the rack And fixed me with That all-seeing stare The one that knew When I'd been slack Or told a lie You need to sleep...
She comes down, still as a mouse what else but riddles are hid in this house. Her dress like an aura, clung to her legs in quick, wet, chilled, morning dew dregs on the grass.
You are Iago, bright and bold. Desdemona felled and folded in white linen. You’re Skywalker, tried and true. Palpatine all overthrown and dust. You’re Blur, fast/furious.
The shelter's plasteel shell fogged with morning air tiny handprints no-one's there the bus has gone J. x.
There are more people in this city than yesterday or the day before for that matter Summer's finally here for a final five minutes of silence sweating like a confused android dusty and romantic as...
One freak bubble in traffic flow silent Shaftesbury Avenue with not a car in sight She ascends from Freud one hair’s thick, gold thread (so seem summer stones to the sad dead holding their heat and...
Good Morning. So yeah, I stayed up last night watching Battlestar reruns from the original series and drinking green tea . God I love that program.
[One last poem before bed. Sleep tight Opuss - Tomorrow I'll be going all Shakespeare on your ass...that and a minimalist piece about missing children.
I found Topolski’s Century huge, somehow hexagonal charcoals, medals, guard hats lurid, large dystopia Christ, children of deep Congo of Pakistan, Somalia, Poland your Felix-founded art...
There’s something about leather boots. that makes me feel all funny. with wedge heels, buckles, turn-downs, lace. they’re really all quite lovely. in black or brown - in cool, blue suede.
The Bottle Cap Collector has a lair like the Bat’s with his comics dewey-decca and his battle cards in slats his movies are arranged by director and by taste computer games by console and the hours...
It’s freezing heater’s broke share sofa holding close living room dark I wake once in the night sparks flying between eyes though I can’t see You burrow deep down back tight for warmth...
Good Morning. Or should that be good afternoon. Last night turned into a bit of a whiskey fuelled mission playing Street Fighter with my drummer and swearing at foxes in the street.
Little Red, Little Red what’s held in your hand. bags packed with cherries or sugar or cake. Little Red, Little Red what’s that on your arm.
[So, apparently we're still in recession. Here's a piece I've had lying around since back in 2008 when Lehman Brothers went under.
I want release or escape like warm days spent nowhere like funeral pyres and leap years dates with no-one fears that are irrational memories that forget themselves gatherings where no-one’s late I...
[Goodnight/good morning Opuss. Here's a bit of bedtime fun I like to play. It's called Dog Legs.
You wanted to escape so you went to France I shook, shouted knowing you would ride through Nice, bum out blue tattoo on display All those Frogs that saw your bike with laughs and leers; hard-ons...
[As promised, here is my Allen Ginsberg - inspired rant about Soho. WARNING: contains strong language and graphic imagery.
Hey, Monkey Tree. Beneath the wood. Dome of your arms. Your summer glade. With strong, low bows. Where small we played. And kept at bay. The world while leaping. Branch to branch. In death escaped.
Hung above my bed swings Charlotte’s twin careful, black teardrop caught big-backed poised and deadly on her rope From the kitchen I stared, uncertain scared - it’s morning, three o’ clock fridge...
Good Morning.
Here’s a boy with robot arms robot legs, a torso, head and robot hands and robot feet with robot fingers, toes complete with robot nails and robot hair robot eyes and even ears made from metal,...
Pushing boundaries fascination chinese rockets Sung inventions Russian space flight equations konstantin’s first innovation fifty-seven Sputnik I USS our bases won three decade supremacy USA...
In a thousand years time they'll look at this urinal, excavated from ash rock in a cave devoid of the ancient smell of piss. They can stand and gawk, enjoying cool respite from the tourist season...
Wrong end of a cigarette lashing out like a spinneret got your face and you're looking mean with your two-tonne bass and your sweet sixteen Wrong era that I was born I'd love to take you for my...
[Good morning, Opuss. I've only got the one meeting today before rehearsal later today so I shall be making good on one or two promises made to some fellow beat-cats.
I'll fill each tiny, beating heart With memories of dust and rain Which once complete reach a point Of no return, where they contain An essence, strand of DNA Each more potent with each...
Mattress grey-faced men amassing lira fortunes quartz and beads passing silent through Chase Park their needs inscribed beneath their eyes lined in creased folds and tea-towel starched Preimark...
Have you found the fingers extracts taken in secret and placed upon those trees ones young and old sapling, ancient touched by different parts sensation of a whole Have you found the saliva stuck...
Everything we've done up to this point has bought us to where we are in fashion music art and dance in feeding morals arsony in drugs and teeth and fruit and sharks in thin red wine in coffins law in...
Beer and afternoons well spent in pleasure and good company consumed, taken in at leisure time not passing nor the need of life's petty, grey attachments borne out from necessity leave us lone with...
The man who beat the book/casino went, won once then spurned the dream of rolling hard, on edge; went clean living inside of his means the seam which modern life defines He owned his shirt, his...
He sits where he pleases That's not been true for long Not safe nor sound for everyone In Michigan on a pea-green bus Where once there sat Ms.
We had a baby. Called him James. Ten fingers, toes. Two eyes, a nose. No hair like Dad. Now gone to dust. They shared a name. Me, them, us. I took his first. for secret second. Reminds me I'm.