Lulabella

Opening: If you had only choice my dear, would you fly or would you sing? Perhaps you'll join the elite, the beautiful rich young inhabitants of Chicago and never have to choose. Perhaps your wings will be clipped and the choice made for you. Perhaps you'll become less than you are and never state your preference. Whatever happens, I guarantee this city will change you. You may not even notice it, but it'll alter your thoughts, your desires. This city, and the sickening light bathing its streets will never leave you. You'll never be alone after you've lived here, only while you live here. I don't mean to say you'll be without people, Chicago

I'd complain about the dreams If they didn't keep me sleeping 'cuz waking up is such a bitch and sleeping keeps me dreaming I'll explain about the dreams If I should ever wake But waking breaks the broken dream That's more than I can take People lie to me Sell me broken dreams Please don't lie to me Please don't say I'll make it Tell it as you see Tell me what it means Tell the truth to me Even if I'll hate it It's evolving all the time And it kinda blows my mind When I lie awake in bed And my thoughts haven't been fed And I'm feeling kind of dead And you're still so kind It's evolving all the time And it kinda blows my

(v1) This place is like a mental home Full of freaks and no-one leaves Paisley walls and tangerine skin Living with the guild of thieves (solo) Pockets full of starry dust Pacing halls for fingerprints Taste of nightmares tinged with lust Light bulbs flicker, smoky prince (BR) Now or never Take me under Slave to thunder Take me under   (x3) (CH) Take me under Pins and needles Stick together We're forever Virgin dreams of Kids and cradles Stick together Now or never (v2) Things here died a year ago Rings of smoke are all that's left Future's not a place to go Empty prayers for the bereft Mondays gone and come agai

(My bed is the savannah and we are two palm trees paired in all our tropical splendour) The space between us is filled with electrical storms and fireflies, so here we lie A monument, crashing down through every other thing till we land side by side your hand in mine my head on your chest. Your breathing brings back the rhythmic surety of things lost and I remain tucked in and folding into you. The fingers of my right hand stitch themselves to yours, like the roots of two trees, curling and holding me in place so I cannot dissipate. Outside this unfathomable downy platform, life-sounds spin and shift, and the world continues its sick

There's someone else awake. At this most ungodly of hours someone sits in a room just like mine and thumbs through the past like a dusty book. Papercuts pull open the grooves in my fingerprint till I can see, inside my hand, ricocheting from one lost love to another the sparks of this fuse expand and explode. I am spent. Hours of untangling have brought nothing but more webs and as I peel away skeletal skin I see I am not who I was. Some girl inside me, lost and alone, cries and reaches out desperately as her sugar-coated masterpiece dissolves into a cloud of grey resignation. She is not happy. Another layer, like tear-inducing onion