Writing for NME

It’s an aspiration,

Nay! A dream!

To destroy a hotel room

While my body is as weak as a guitar string

Left on a guitar by an 80 year old

Farmer who’s seen everything before.

But, unlike him, I’ll be dancing

Gyrating like sin, singing and drinking

(Attempting to do both at the same time)

Ready to interview a Mancunian upstart

With a fringe

And a paisley shirt

But the guy will have to call me and not give up

Because I guarantee I’ll be passed out

In glory.


Ode to someone

You light my heart like an opportunity

That I let pass by me in the street;

An excitement, like rushing rivers through my veins

Or a hand promising everything for nothing.


And I see you in the moon when it’s late

And the last bus is leaving.

To me you are everything I wanted.


You stand there on another plain

And I wonder: if I held you would it be enough

To burn away the storm that is currently

Falling on me?

Lost in New York

Wandering around cold New York

Lost between the towers

Rising high through the clouds

And the cars pass me by on their way

To the highway

And men are breaking down in the doorways

Where they had sheltered their girls from the rain.


And everywhere there are parties

In the glittering night

Filled with stars who felt they shone the brightest

Off Broadway

And their connections are as endless as the river running

Away with the diamonds to the sea.


And me? I’m confused in leather shoes

Looking for road signs;

I’m new here, got the blues here for the first time

Riding the city bus

Counting out my change

Figuring it’ll go my way pretty soon.


And underneath my feet the street is roaring

Like the tide

Rumbling in the subway tunnels

People hanging on for life and happiness

Wanting to be home again.


I’m reaching for the electric moonlight

At a quarter past midnight

And I’m stumbling drunk with joy

And taxis speed by me in their lanes

While high above like steel doves

The sky is crowded with tired and lonely planes

Bringing families home.