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This Be The Verse Anne Clark "They fuck you up, your mum and dad They may not mean to but they do They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old style Alarm Call Anne Clark Wake up with the fear of God Inside me each morning As I open my eyes To this world without warning So easy to fall down So easy to be crushed As you fight to stand at all In this never ending rush There's Hope Road Anne Clark That's when he asked my name Well this is very nice, I thought Smiling through the haze As we talked of Auguste Rodin Through to Harold Pinter's plays Said he played piano Said his name was Steve Why World Without Warning Anne Clark I live off nothing in this world Except the thick grey air that chains itself Swirls all around and ingrains itself Stifles my last hope into sullen despair I don't associate myself With all of the people Lovers Retreat Anne Clark Look at our young faces They're growing older with each moment Harder and less beautiful With every word we say Stumbling over bridges And through the backstreets Waiting for something But we don't know Nothing At All Anne Clark All this tenderness has come to nothing All that we require is being rearranged I've no wish to look to the future For my exspectations will no doubt be changed Just rolloing along on the rest of the waves Wallies Anne Clark So this is where the future lies In a beer gut belly In an open fly Brilcremed, acrylic, mindless boys Punching, kicking, making noise From the cradle to the city streets They spill out their aggression Our Darkness Anne Clark in this mechanical place And you're gone now Through a grimy window that I can't keep clean Through billowing smoke that's swallowed the sun You're nowhere to be seen Do you think our desires still burn True Love Tales Anne Clark Live is all we need - you said As you hold me in the confidence of your bed Tomorrow's turned into today instead! Killing Time Anne Clark Stumbling words and stuttering lips Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in Now Anne Clark Sweat runs down the centre of my back Crawling like an insect - it makes a track Sweat runs down the nape of my neck Anticipation - the cause and the effect So catch each drop as I catch each breath 'Til Heaven Anne Clark Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door. It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn I see the factr'y that I worked silhouetted in the back. ArmcHair Theatre Anne Clark This house is full of loneliness Of sad weary silence I switch on the television For some company Two actors A man and a Woman Give exaggerated little moans As they simulate A so called stimulating fuck Self Destruct Anne Clark Suicide is an urban disease Spread by people and places like these A quick self destruct from the 21st floor A smell of gas through the kitchen door A stab in the back from the workers and bosses They're Contact Anne Clark Pauses Are broken by statements, not tenderness I always wanted much more than this Heartsworn misguidance Disguised in abundance Of thoughts of the moment Not facts of the day Gestures are only as loud Poem For A Nuclear Romance Anne Clark What will it matter then When the sky's not blue but blazing red The fact that I simply love you When all our dreams lay deformed and dead We'll be two radioactive dancers Spinning in different directions Homecoming Anne Clark into view From shadow thrown against the door Hands reach out and grasp the moment They've been waiting for You pull me close Dampness seeps through to your skin You peel the layers away I feel the fire Echoes Remain Forever Anne Clark Autumn leaves that collect weight in the ashes of Summer Are cracked and broken by my intruding step Foreign thoughts that invade my questioning Of death's cold cold waiting No bait will deter the ancient Leaving Anne Clark Remember me for what I was Not as I am now I'll merge into the shadows I'll disappear into the rain Remember me for what I was Not as you see me now I'll walk out into tomorrow I'll melt into the sun Remember Pandora's Box Anne Clark Clark Anne Changing Places Pandoras Box Love is a dangerous game to play with A battle where only one side wins A toy that is so easily broken Rules that are only make believe The loser a doll you once The Last Emotion Anne Clark Physical shutdown through emotional letdown Destined to search through the ruins of jealousy For some kind of reasoning in love Possessiveness stabs me Like a knife from my very own hand These emotions The Power Game Anne Clark I've been sitting here all day Trying to understand Why people want to rule each other When the problem's close at hand A little less of what you want And more of what you've got Is enough to keep you Lover's Audition Anne Clark They'll kiss you quick And squeeze you slowly Fall asleep Then get up and go Thanx very much I'll see you sometime Oh - you say Ah - the pleasure's all mine!! Weltschmerz Anne Clark This is where silence runs its course And sadness wipes its eyes upon us We fall from a structure built on troubled minds My world becomes iron and grows as cold as Winter Soldiers in uniforms of nudity Bursting Anne Clark Like a drumming through your brain Then when you think I've finished I shall beat on you again My flesh will hit on you Like waves against a rock Like being dragged under water We will fight against the The Interruption Anne Clark I am the sharpened sword The cast stond The words that linger too long in the air The rumbling silence over the length of a room The lie that lay between two lovers The hopelessness in their struggling Sleeper In Metropolis Anne Clark As a sleeper in metropolis You are insignificance Dreams become entangled in the system Environment moves over the sleeper Conditioned air Conditions sedated breathing The sensation of viscose sheets on Red Sands Anne Clark Blood on the sand Blood on the hands of a handful of madman What a way to see the world Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen Technicolor assassinations assassinations that make me scared and afraid All Night Party Anne Clark At the all night party Standing in the corner I am watching you Drink in my hand I wish it were you instead At the all night party You are dancing I am watching you My hands are empty I dance to your direction Poets Turmoil No 364 Anne Clark Keep me back in the real world From which we try to run Music and words don't mean anything Through the barrel of a gun A poem cannot heal a wound Books won't help you find That something which you're