starving.

Lyrics from an old journal full of random lists of songs that I compiled for mix tapes (oh, sorry, playlists – but back then they were still mix tapes) from days when I was pretty heavily ensconced in Suede and songs like Trash and Saturday Night and Beautiful Ones and the like and even though this doesn't really fit now I still like the idea because it's very Brit pop ~

through the glitter and the glam

we imitate the obscene in boardrooms and ballrooms

standbys spreading to be seen

in our Ken Coles and Calvins we walk through the scene

strutting and swerving like machines transfixed and glued to the screens

and one night far beyond our control we break down

break down to the sound of the strobes

and we will be starving and we will be pretty and we will be lonely

but all things considered

nothing too sickly cos we will be out there

through the fuzz and the noise

our designs can be read fearless and loathesome we tread

fanning out flames stick to what's said

in six-inch stilettos and surburbia drawl we fire off

fire off and shake down to the sound of the strobes

and we will be starving and we will be pretty and we will be lonely

but all things considered

nothing too sickly cos we will be out there

out and about there

we see pretty boys and lonely girls dancing a tragic scheme

in between

something obscene

blue and green

lighting up

lighting up and breaking down to the tragic sounds

and we will be starving and we will be pretty and we will be lonely

but all things considered

nothing too sickly cos we will be out there

we will be starving