Loving Someone
Yeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be...
My heart is telling me the telly isn't telling me anythingI need but it needs to keep you selling meBesides celebrities lacking in integrityHolding up the status quo instead of showing the kidsThat they matter, Who are they gonna batter next?Keep holding their necks and keep selling them sexIt’s better if we keep them perplexedIt's better if we make them want the opposite sexDisenfranchised young criminal minds in a car park beside where your nan resides are not slow, they’ve just never been shown that you should be…
...be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneOh, oh...
We're all human, we're just like you manWe’re sentient or something or other I can’t remember, whateverWe shouldn't have people afloatIf it was safer underground, we wouldn't be on a boatShot of telepathy, exploiting insecurities, and preying on the purityOf grief and it's simplicity but I know that maybe I'm too scared to callEven Guy Debord needed spectacles, you seeI'm the Greek economy of cashing intellectual chequesAnd now I'm trying to progress, but instead of selling sex...And I think I should be...
...loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be...
I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpersOn bikes from schools and carsWith autumn leaves fallen sparse across mid-afternoonShe blazed about how‘Cultural language is an operation systemA simple interface rendered feeble and listlessWhen tested with a divinity or a true understandingOf the human conditionI never did understand – the duality of art and reality – living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnectTo touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon, and between the spires and rolling roofs of the white cityThat orange, English light cast only one, singular shadowFor you are not beside but within me
...loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneYeah, you should be loving someoneOh, oh, loving someoneOh, oh...