Save the Last Spliff

 **Save the Last Spliff**

**Verse 1**

The television whispers

To a room that's gone to sleep,

Streetlights paint the ceiling

In a colour cold and deep.

The bills are on the table,

Like little ghosts in rows,

And every passing minute

Is somewhere that nobody goes.

I've been staring at the window

Watching strangers disappear,

Everybody's going somewhere,

I don't know why I'm still here.

**Pre-Chorus**

So turn the lights down slowly,

Let the evening lose its shape,

I've got nowhere I need to be,

And nothing left to chase.

**Chorus**

Save the last spliff for me,

When the night becomes too loud,

Let the smoke become a doorway

Through the noise and through the crowd.

Save the last spliff for me,

Let the colours drift and spin,

Maybe somewhere in the silence

I can find myself again.

**Verse 2**

The ceiling starts to breathe now,

The wallpaper starts to swim,

A distant train is calling

From somewhere on the rim.

Athens is a postcard

Pinned beside my bed,

White walls beneath the sunlight,

Blue skies overhead.

I'm saving every penny

For a place I've never seen,

While dreaming of another world

Behind the television screen.

**Pre-Chorus**

And maybe I don't need to run,

Maybe I don't need to hide,

Maybe there's another way

To take a journey inside.

**Chorus**

Save the last spliff for me,

When the night becomes too loud,

Let the smoke become a doorway

Through the noise and through the crowd.

Save the last spliff for me,

Let the colours drift and spin,

Maybe somewhere in the silence

I can find myself again.

**Bridge**

Don't tell me that tomorrow

Will be better than today,

I've heard that song a thousand times

And watched the years decay.

Just sit beside me quietly,

You don't have to understand,

Sometimes all a broken heart needs

Is another human hand.

**Psychedelic Outro**

The room is turning silver,

The shadows turn to gold,

The clock becomes a carousel,

The future becomes old.

Athens waits beyond the morning,

The sea is somewhere blue,

And for a moment in the darkness

I can almost make it through.

Save the last spliff for me...

Save the last spliff for me...

But when the morning finds me,

I'll put my shoes beside the door,

Maybe I'll step outside again,

Maybe I'll see a little more.

Save the last spliff for me...

Tonight I'm staying here.

Tomorrow is another day,

And tomorrow can come near.

The debts are piling up

 **Verse 1**

The debts are piling up,

The letters through the door,

I count the coins upon the table,

Then I count them once more.

I've got no bud,

Got no hope cos I've got no dope,

The walls are slowly breathing,

And I'm hanging by a thread of hope.

**Chorus**

I'm trying to save up for a trip to Athens,

Dreaming of the sunlight on the stone,

But when the night comes crawling through my window,

I don't want to be here on my own.

So I'll take a trip inside,

Where the colours slowly change,

Ride the waves inside my mind,

Till I find my way again.

**Verse 2**

The ceiling turns to purple,

The shadows start to sway,

I hear the distant traffic

Like an ocean far away.

I've got nowhere to run to,

I've got nowhere left to hide,

So I close my eyes and wander

To another place inside.

**Chorus**

I'm trying to save up for a trip to Athens,

Dreaming of the sunlight on the stone,

But when the night comes crawling through my window,

I don't want to be here on my own.

So I'll take a trip inside,

Where the colours slowly change,

Ride the waves inside my mind,

Till I find my way again.

**Bridge**

Maybe Athens isn't somewhere

You can reach upon a train,

Maybe sometimes getting through the darkness

Is the journey just the same.

And somewhere in the distance

There's a morning I can see,

A little piece of sunlight

Waiting there for me.

**Final Chorus**

I'm trying to save up for a trip to Athens,

Maybe I'll get there someday soon,

Walking through the ancient streets at sunrise,

Underneath a strange and beautiful moon.

I won't take the final trip tonight,

I'll let the restless feeling pass,

I'll take a trip inside my imagination

And wait for morning to arrive at last.

make myself unalive

 Slice my wrists

 jump off the edge

 into a clear lake

 no one around 

just suicide make myself unalive 

The clear water turns blood-red,

Like something biblical, something foretold.

The trees stand silent on the shore,

While crimson shadows fill the cold.

No angel comes, no trumpet sounds,

No voice descends from heaven above.

Just blood-red water beneath a dying sky,

And the weight of everything I was.

The trees don't answer

The water doesn't speak

I'm disappearing slowly

Somewhere underneath

Alcohol and sleeping pills 

voices telling me to take an overdose 

Trying to make the voices stop

Another night, another room

Another reason not to talk

I'm better off dead

Or that's what the darkness said

Every thought inside my head

Pulls me somewhere I don't want to go

I will see you in the next life

No one knows what's underneath

The silence that I wear

I laugh when people look at me

But nobody sees despair

 morning  does not changes things

shadows change their shape

 I can't find one reason

To survive another day

I'm better off dead

Those words are in my head

The voices inside my head are commands

And tonight I'll try to stand amd jump off the edge 

I will see you in the next life

cotton wool

Wrap me up in cotton wool

and protect me from the world.

I'm delicate and fragile,

and I don't want to go outside,

Keep the curtains closed,

let the morning pass me by,

let the streets remain distant,

let the darkness be my sky.

I don't want the noise,

I don't want the crowds,

I don't want the questions,

or the voices growing loud.

Give me somewhere quiet,

where nothing can go wrong,

where I can disappear

and simply just belong.

Wrap me up a little tighter,

keep the cold away from me,

build a little shelter

where the world cannot reach me.

I am tired of being careful,

tired of trying to be strong,

tired of pretending everything

has never felt so wrong.

So let me stay inside tonight,

where the walls can hold me still,

where I can breathe without the fear

of having to climb another hill.

And if tomorrow calls my name,

perhaps I won't answer then;

perhaps I'll find the strength someday

to open up the door again.

But for now, wrap me up in cotton wool,

and let the outside world go on.

Let me have this little sanctuary

until I feel strong enough for dawn.

Techni Tou Dromou

 **[Intro]**

Yeah…

From Manchester to Birmingham,

Steel forged in Sheffield,

Art on the walls…

Techni Tou Dromou.

**[Verse 1]**

Based in Manchester, where the rain hits hard,

Made in Birmingham, leaving my mark,

Tempered with Sheffield steel, forged for the real,

Standing on the streets with an iron-clad feel.

Because you know I'm real, no counterfeit deal,

Rolling through the city with a heart made of steel,

Graffiti on the walls, murals in the street,

Every corner got a rhythm, every pavement got a beat.

From Liverpool to Leicester, travelling the scene,

Every town in between, you know where I've been,

Colours on the brickwork, stories on the wall,

Street-art masterpieces rising tall.

**[Chorus]**

Techni Tou Dromou, that's the art of the road,

Make a hotel my abode, lighten up the load,

Travelling down the road, everywhere I go,

Forward I go, 'cause I'm a busy bee, you know.

Techni Tou Dromou, with the city underneath,

Got the northern rhythm and the southern beat,

From the urban concrete to the open street,

Keep moving forward 'til the journey's complete.

**[Verse 2]**

Got my name from ancient Greek, that's deep in the soul,

A philosophy of movement, always chasing the goal,

Never staying still, gotta travel and roam,

Every hotel I enter temporarily becomes home.

Manchester mornings, Birmingham nights,

Sheffield steel shining underneath the streetlights,

Liverpool colours, Leicester designs,

Every city leaves a little piece behind.

Graffiti artists painting dreams in the rain,

Murals turning concrete into something again,

Every wall tells a story, every journey's unique,

I read the whole city like an ancient Greek.

**[Chorus]**

Techni Tou Dromou, that's the art of the road,

Make a hotel my abode, lighten up the load,

Travelling down the road, everywhere I go,

Forward I go, 'cause I'm a busy bee, you know.

Techni Tou Dromou, with the city underneath,

Got the northern rhythm and the southern beat,

From the urban concrete to the open street,

Keep moving forward 'til the journey's complete.

**[Bridge]**

No destination's final, every mile's a new page,

Every street's a canvas, every town's a stage,

Steel in my spirit and a fire in my feet,

The road keeps calling and I follow its beat.

**[Final Verse]**

So raise up the colours, let the city walls speak,

Manchester to Leicester, seven days a week,

Birmingham beginnings, Sheffield made me strong,

Liverpool to everywhere, I'm moving along.

Techni Tou Dromou, remember the name,

The art of the road, that's the heart of the game,

No matter where I travel, no matter what I see,

Forward I go — I'm a busy bee.

**[Outro]**

Manchester made me,

Birmingham shaped me,

Sheffield steel tempered me,

The road awaits me.

Techni Tou Dromou…

The art of the road.

Forward I go.

Busy bee.

Hotchpotch Hippo Parade

 **Hotchpotch Hippo Parade**

Orange, blue and pink

dripping from the kitchen sink,

sticky stars and marmalade

spinning through the window shade.

Hotchpotch afternoons collide,

bicycle planets rolling by,

cardboard birds with lemon eyes

flutter through the tangerine sky.

There’s a hippo in the hallway

wearing glitter on his shoes,

humming tiny radio songs

in electric shades of blue.

He says the moon’s a peppermint button

floating in a bowl of rain,

and all the clocks have melted backwards

down the copper weather vane.

Orange umbrellas growing feathers,

pink pianos made of foam,

blue mosquitoes playing banjos

on the roof above the home.

Hotchpotch people made of jelly

dance around the traffic light,

while the hippo paints the pavement

with a toothbrush in the night.

Candy clouds and paper oceans,

lazy elevators sigh,

telephones grow plastic flowers

every time somebody lies.

Orange cats with silver sideburns

sleep inside the laundromat,

pink balloons with blinking eyeballs

float above the welcome mat.

The hippo laughs in slow motion,

ripples wobbling through the room,

tiny planets in his teacup

orbit round a purple spoon.

Blue and orange, pink and silver,

everything begins to sway,

hotchpotch dreams inside a jukebox

buzzing softly till the day.

**Hotchpotch Hippo Parade**

Orange, blue and pink

spilling from the kitchen sink,

dripping through the radio wires

while the ceiling softly blinks.

There’s a hippo in the hallway

wearing marmalade cologne,

tap dancing on the tabletops

with a trumpet made of stone.

Hotchpotch afternoons are melting

through the tangerine TV,

all the clocks have started laughing

at the possibility.

The wallpaper grows seaweed curls,

the carpet breathes in tune,

tiny silver submarines

float around the moon.

Orange bicycles are orbiting

above the garden gate,

blue umbrellas full of jellybeans

arrived three hours late.

Pink flamingo telephones

ring inside the bath,

someone drew a motorway

across the cat’s moustache.

And the hippo keeps on grinning

through banana-coloured smoke,

blowing bubbles out the window

while the traffic signs all float.

Hotchpotch mornings in the sunlight,

hotchpotch evenings in the rain,

everybody swaps their shadows

on the backwards midnight train.

Orange, blue and pink

twisting through the lemonade sky,

paper planets spin like records

while the dragonflies drift by.

The hippo hums in stereo

beneath electric trees,

singing little rubber songs

to the marmalade breeze.

Hotchpotch dreams in cardboard castles,

hotchpotch stars in bowls of soup,

everything keeps folding softly

in a never-ending loop.

Thirty Years With Mary Jane

**Verse 1**

I’ve been married to Mary Jane for thirty years

Through the laughter, through the smoke, through the tears

She was a comfort, she was a quiet place to hide

But now she’s pulling something heavy on the inside

Every morning feels like ashes in my lungs

Every promise that she whispered comes undone

What once was love is now a tightening chain

And I’m learning how to live without the pain

**Chorus**

This year I’m getting a divorce

From the only love I ever knew of course

She’s slowly suffocating me, I can’t breathe

Giving me mental pain when she’s not with me

Cannabis, you’re no longer my life

No longer my wife, no longer my life

**Verse 2**

Late nights talking to the ceiling in my head

Lost conversations with the things she said

She used to calm the storm inside my mind

Now she leaves me trapped in another kind

I thought I needed her to make me whole

But she’s been taking pieces of my soul

What felt like peace has turned to fear

And I can’t keep pretending she belongs here

**Chorus**

This year I’m getting a divorce

From the only love I ever knew of course

She’s slowly suffocating me, I can’t breathe

Giving me mental pain when she’s not with me

Cannabis, you’re no longer my life

No longer my wife, no longer my life

**Bridge**

I’m walking out the door for the final time

Breaking the bond, severing the line

No more smoke where my future should be

Just a chance to finally be free

**Final Chorus**

This year I’m getting a divorce

From the only love I ever knew of course

She’s slowly suffocating me, I can’t breathe

But I’m letting go so I can finally leave

Cannabis, you’re no longer my life

No longer my wife, no longer my life

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