From Lamentation to a Beautiful (Lethal) Life: Selected Verse and Lyrics

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A Calf Love Crisis

I couldn't be more sure

Of all the nostalgia I'd endure,

If I were to explore

A calf love crisis

That was so hard to cure,

How your mummy, she knew mine,

They'd been friends

For a little time,

Like the time that you explained,

Your first name, it was Jane.

I really loved you, Jane,

Though you only gave me pain,

You were the girl

Who said hello the first,

But it only ended for the worse.

In our local swimming pool,

I swam so close to you,

Did you smirk

To your bob-haired friend,

Between the deep and shallow end?

So I just shyly slinked away,

Feeling such a fool that day,

Pet Clark reinforced

My bitter woe,

Singing My Love on the radio.

I really loved you, Jane,

Though you only gave me pain,

You were the girl

Who said hello the first,

But it only ended for the worse.

A Cambridge Lamentation

This place is always a little lonely

At the weekends...no noise and life;

I like solitude,

But not in places

Where's there's recently been

A lot of people.

Reclusiveness protects you

From nostalgia,

And you can be as nostalgic

In relation to what happened

Half an hour ago,

As half a century ago, in fact more so.

I went to the Xmas party.

I danced,

And generally lived it up.

I went to bed sad though.

Discos exacerbate

My sense of solitude.

My capacity for social warmth,

Excessive social dependence,

And romantic zeal,

Can be practically deranging;

It's no wonder I feel the need