Now My Heart Is Full

Like this one:

There’s gonna be some trouble
A whole house will need re-building
And everyone I love in the house
Will recline on an analyst’s couch quite
Soon
Your Father cracks a joke
And in the usual way
Empties the room

Tell all of my friends
(I don’t have too many
Just some rain-coated lovers’ puny brothers)
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Rush to danger
Wind up nowhere
Patric Doonan – raised to wait
I’m tired again, I’ve tried again, and

Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can’t explain
So I won’t even try to

Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Every jammy Stressford poet
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Underact – express depression
Ah, but Bunnie I loved you
I was tired again
I’ve tried again, and

Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can’t explain
So I won’t even try to

Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Oh …

Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can’t explain
So … slow …
Slow … slow … slow … slow … slow …

Yup. Yup. Yup.

  1. meg finch says:

    i used to love this boy that had a smiths cover band. they were good.

    at camp bisco (the disco biscuits festival), alex patterson from the orb spun slim shady over some smiths. it was funny.

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