Aaron McMullan - Sketches In Broken C lyrics

These charcoal slipstreams hiss an' spit Past dead-gra** paths all piss an' sh** An the gangrene thoroughfare snarlin' wi' jealousy… Oh bent back lamp-light, 'luminate These cracklin' wounds by station-gate Like the dawn scarrin' the night-time stretched ahead o' me And nostalgia thick and potent and as pulsing TV radiance And the concretes tauntin' cries "Come on singer, f** sakes, sing for us" And a sketch predictably Coiled around a broken C Broken-gla** bouquets lain over streets, catchin' reflections Of the mornin' clutchin' gifts o' clarity And in her smile A momentary burst o' some sweet decadence She takes my hand She says the drunken day is waking Take me someplace still in awe of twilight Vagrant chorus lined up 'long the walls outside the chapel Singin' "Which Side Are You On" an there's a hint of something glorious Swellin' in the pauses 'tween the words Set for piercing almost every ear that's listenin' Yeah, the rest just sigh an keep on walkin' Broadsheet prophecies! Some monstrous calamity! I'm makin' notes, I'm writin' lines Chockin' on fear an yeah, sometimes The fear is crippling an' I'm trembling I bite my tongue till everythin' is Fragments of a narrative A fiction, nothin' more Grafton Street all raw wi' memory, we walk on wounds And sit by cafes watchin summertime carve madmen from Cathedral stone I love you and it cuts my tongue to say But that's ok My melancholy suits my haircut Like the piss-burn suits the gutter steam