Lego Of Me (2010)
She Knows Disco
She knows how I feel about her. Does she feel the same way about me? Written in cards and other messages I send. I’ve got to know – will she be my love, I need to know!
I’m always chasing at rainbows (chasing at rainbows, chasing at rainbows). I’m always tilting at windmills (tilting at windmills, tilting at windmills). I’m always catching at angels (catching at angels, catching at angels). I’m always tilting at windmills (tilting at windmills, tilting at windmills).
Like little James Harries appearing on Wogan with eyes full of sadness and phrases he’d learned from his father the dealer, a conman on the make. The dapper albino – a kid for goodness’ sake.
Your countenance carries pain that’s unspoken. Eclipses of madness, insensitive joking. Well they thrust you in public in thick times and thin. Their costume hire business went down like your schooling.
Happy in your bridal veil you turn coy and joyful, nothing will hurt you now – ordinary locked away, today shuttered and bolted – tingly – happy in your pretty veil you twist, twist, twist and turn – tingly – quick while Daddy’s locked away, what do I spy? A new face for young James to try – happy in your pretty veil – the camera is rolling – happy in your pretty veil – the hand is tugging, tugging, tugging…
“Lauren Harries lifts and separates”. Like big Lauren Harries, beseiged in the frank stocks, they made you a right state, from fake docs to porn shots. Like big Mr Allen, obsessed with his ballsac. Deliberate hangman, the bullshitter sans tact. Like big Lauren Harries… like little James Harries…
We are the decadent robots, and we are here fo’ you – to entertain you, to entertain you, all sing along now. We will dance and we will sing, and we will do almost anything. So won’t you join us, won’t you join us, won’t you join us, all sing along now. Our foil suits and circuitry are so advanced, it’s on show for all of you to see. So take a look now -
See them shine in the light of tonight (x3)
We don’t have spots – but we got watts, and ladybots, who wait for our bells to ding (dong). When we get home at night, when we get home at night, they wait for our bells to ding (dong). So won’t you join us, we’re only here to entertain you. We are the decadent robots, we are the decadent robots – the decadent robots.
Coming to a point of view just past the docks, now the clubs and bars are miles from here. Come into my house, take off your shoes and socks, let your worldly troubles disappear. Inhale through your nose my dear, exhale through your mouth. Pop a cherry on your tongue, don’t let it slip out.
Load it up, load it up, load it up, load it up – full spectrum of feeling. Load it up, load it up, load it up, load it up – from dandelion to darjeeling.
Let’s pretend we’re someone that we’re really not, let’s pretend their funny lives are ours. You can choose the fabrics and the scene and plot, all their foibles and their special powers. Soon it becomes natural, just a second skin. Hard though to stay casual with coursing blood within.
Load it up, load it up, load it up, load it up – they do the yoga and I-ching. Load it up, load it up, load it up, load it up – from Hounslow to Epping. Load it up, load it up, load it up, load it up – people searching for something. Load it up, load it up, load it up, load it up – to make their lives more intriguing.
Take these dreams so mercurial – let’s be tactile, not cerebral (x7)