Automatic Man from Dirty Shoes by Rabidwhelk

Your automatic man he stumbles blind where life began,
Curled up in altered mind, the autumn swings above a guillotine.
Do you sweetly analyze the things you had before,
Twisted like corduroys woven to your memory,
It's such a lovely day, why don't we go outside, (before the end)
few survive this energy, few survive at all.
Chewed up and menacing, his fingers lay neath her swollen soul.
Darling put a record on we'll dance before the end,
until the vinyl slows, to the verse of a broken gramophone
God bless the man who has nothing,
apart from love,
bare skinned but dressed up in pride,
God bless the man who has nothing,
apart from love,
standing to the day that he dies
oh what it is to be set free,
your automatic man, he piles high and high in shallow graves,
for systematic plans, a veil of wasted life in masquerade.
all pointless souls, face the walls with bullet holes,
death is all that's left to come, a communist dessert of bloody lungs.
So I fell hard and now I feel slow, you stuck your gun in me oh you stuck your gun in me.

• Acoustic
• folk
• indie
• rock.
• Croydon