lunchtime blues
still no sign of lambert the thieving leg tapping bastard! we've had to down tools. not that we've got any tools: the cunt took them as well.
i'm pouring all my energy into the band. i wish i could say the same for fraser. i think he thinks that he's going to be the song writer or something. he keeps coming up with these daft lyrics. i wish he'd stick to what he's good at. what that is i'm not quite sure but i do no one thing ... it's not writing songs.

Lunchtime blues by Fraser Clarkson
I met her on a monday
by tuesday she was mine
i'd given her my number
it was only half past nine

she said her name was daphne
i told her mine was Lenny
i don't know why i lied to her
and now i feel a Benny

Do you want some news
well let me muse
i've blown a fuse
i've the lunchtime blues

Do you want to snooze
or is this a ruse
to get me out on the booze
during my lunchtime blues

Daphne told me she liked wine
and i buy her bottles all the time
she likes red and i like white
it usually ends up in a fight

eventually she turned a corner
i've been left here all alone
i'm now living on a parkbench
this parkbench is my home

Do you want some news
well let me muse
i've blown a fuse
i've the lunchtime blues

Do you want to snooze
or is this a ruse
to get me out on the blue
during my lunchtime blues
2004