Warm Coins

by Matthew James Crutchlow

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1.
Well blow me, here comes the 53 Gonna dive down to the Deep End £3 pills and punching out the bin What’s the odds we’re going nowhere Chiselling builders gather ‘round the baize In The Windmill on the common Eight-ball one and now it’s time to run Giant Steps down to the Raglan Oh I see you. Creeper’s creeping cos it’s what creepers do Oh I see you Dear oh dear, who’s was the bright idea For a Thunderbird promotion Slip an infinite ring, then someone has a swing So much shiz swilling round the toilet I can’t see you. I can’t see any of us making it through. I can’t see you. Trees and wine, then blood and flies Millwall fans in the back of a scaffolder’s van Nice strong tea, who’s got the leccy key? Where’s the guy who looks like Danzig? Strawberry milk then time to go again To The Venue on the back of horse I can’t see you. I can’t see any of us making it through. I can’t see you. Trees and wine, then blood and flies Millwall fans leave the back of a scaffolder’s van Here they come, singing songs about someone’s old man Bermondsey Boys stick the boot in
2.
So many blue notes, it’s hard to hear to the true notes I’m pushing green totes, beneath the Brompton Road Just someone in boots, trying to go unnoticed A sandrich, a Marlboro’ red, then out through the back door Fight off the demons but the ones inside remain Sweaty terror dries as salty pain One room and roadside, with nowhere to wash or to hide Clothes wrapped in plastic to stave off the smell of the taps Tomato puree, the only thing to eat today I feel the hot breath of ma bête in the laundrette Just someone in boots, trying to go unnoticed A sandrich, a Marlboro’ Red, then out through the back door Fight off the demons but the ones inside remain What’s that ringing in your ears? They’re calling for you No one but you Have you got no home to go to?
3.
Nothing's clear and there's no class Just if's and but's and maybe that's This time I might take a pass I'm not going through that again Take the role and do your best With little help and zero rest Transparency's opaque at best I'm not going through that again What's your favourite green? The money on the table Or the kids who work for free Monetise the need To stay up with the Joneses It's new lies or a new team No need to know, no need to tell We're where we're at no need to dwell Or try make sense of the pell mell Let's just do the same again A yes and no, we're hopeful that A shit-shoed dance and dripping tap With make you think we like the craic I'm not going through that again What's your favourite green? The money on the table Or the kids who work for free Monetise the need To stay up with the Joneses It's new lies or a new team A dozen pizzas and the Kool Aid means We're staying late again Another massage without prejudice Another game of let us all pretend Unpaid overtime isn;t company dividends Nothing's clear and there's no class Just if's and but's and maybe that's This time I might take a pass I'm not going through that again Take the role and do your best With little help and zero rest Transparency's opaque at best I'm not going through that again What's your favourite green? The money on the table Or the kids who work for free Monetise the need To stay up with the Joneses It's new lies or a new team
4.
Petrocelli 02:35
The feeling of rain, a bottle-green shame Filling my nylon shorts again Setting up shop in a cardboard box Wondering why no passing trade Painting a yacht in an empty room Riding my milk float all the way down to the Lane But Gerard Ball’s out today And Jimmy Ruffin is getting all the radio play So what became of the unbroken heart That sat on a buffet pumping away Hiding a whole in the kitchen floor Hoping these buyers don’t offer any more? Wath-Upon-Derne’s endless sales on TV And a lambent memory of falling asleep Hugging an eyeless bear Dreaming of kindness and some form of encouragement Weebles may wobble Can you be sure they won’t fall down? Scary as fuck in the sinister treehouse Owned by the pudgy next-door clown Who runs his Wide Games for all the young boys While the red ants swarm the pavement And yesterday’s rose-petal perfume starts to smell oh-so cruel Yesterday’s rose perfume starts to smell oh-so cruel
5.
Renault 5 04:32
Car horn breaks the silence, lifeline from a someone Living and endless Founder’s Day Baseball cap and a cider, a five-mile clip escape route A Bolt from the Blue again Someone who’s all giving, a link between the living And a soul who thinks they can’t be saved These shiny happy young people, too soon to lose religion All they see is what’s to gain Cycling round the outskirts, licking off a side-plate Smelling lives with futures made Driving into the darkness, looking for some guidance All I see is who’s to blame It crawls through the distance weighed down by shame Hauling a session that clouds up the brain A throb in the evening like a clot in the vein This loving disdain Winding up the window, closing down the browser Everything’s going blank again Nothing on the horizon, nothing but the concept Wondering why it’s all the same
6.
Feet of Clay 03:17
A blinding opening of every single cell The dive planned perfect but an unexpected swell Did you stay down darling, did you stay down? Did you stay down darling, did you stay down? A sty of blankets filled with trinket-unbeliefs Pearls of wisdom rubbing underneath the sheets Did you stay down darling, did you stay down? Did you stay down darling, did you stay down? And the sea may glisten with the drama of the deep But the deep holds nothing now for me Sleep’s done run away and I can feel another day Coming digging around these feet of clay to find me out Sleep’s done run away and I can feel another day Coming digging around these feet of clay to find me out A single opening of every blinding cell The unexpected dive, a large pluperfect swell Did you stay down darling, did you stay down? Did you stay down darling, did you stay down? Go away
7.
Baby grand piano stands lid-down all year Ivories hidden, fifty-two unshed tears Emulsioned the whole house, white-washed all my crimes A piss-pot Bobby Rauschenberg, repainting no good times And it feels so unloving to stay And it feels so unloving to leave And it feels so unloving to stay But I know what I did A team of grey squirrels charge the door in turn To smash up the nutbags that I’d left out for the birds Taxi for knobhead, who leaves on a briny wave Opens the car door, steps into his mistake And it feels so unloving to stay And it feels so unloving to leave And it feels so unloving to stay But I know what I did Six cans good, five pounds fitter Tin is only way to test your mettle Open his rucksack, the boy with the arab strap Head in the canvas, he falls flat on his back Sees thirty-six black keys that unlock the same door Back to the start, back to the floor
8.
Sparrow Legs 02:58
It’s late night in my bedroom The Woodman’s closed, you’ve managed Just to make sense of your day Time to listen About the plan to pack in The big-money job and start up small To try and get away from the pressure, from the strain I should have listened I want to live in a world where you stayed I need your belief but it’s too late to pray I saw your old photo the other day I was staring back at me Same sparrow legs, same thinning hair Same distant look, like you don’t want to be there A fag on the go ‘cos it’s something to do I don’t know what to make of you My mind’s cast back to a time when You took apart my bass guitar To try and prove a point I should have listened I’d smashed my cricket bat in anger Couldn’t score a run unable to express myself Ashamed I couldn’t tell you Still you put my bass back together again I want to live in a world where you stayed I need your belief but it’s too late to pray I saw your old photo the other day I was staring back at me Same sparrow legs, same thinning hair Same distant look, like you don’t want to be there A fag on the go ‘cos it’s something to do I don’t know what to make of you Or me
9.
New Broom 03:16
The eyes move, the lips are clear But the lack of distance doesn’t mean that you’re near The sparks flew, so a fresh brew And someone says, ‘Out of the blues, comes a white-wash new.’ Stole from your bed Another night in someone else’s home So you withdrew. What heads the list of reasons? Monkey see, monkey do You’ve a new broom, but it sweeps the same A different set of blisters but the same old pain They don’t touch, you don’t touch too And like they say ‘Out of the blues comes a white-wash new.’ Stole from your bed Another night in someone else’s home So you withdrew. What heads the list of reasons? Monkey see, monkey do Where’s my music, I need my music It’s going away, for now
10.
Ain’t no fever while you’re praying A new stain, a glue stain soaks through the pall And the beetle that you thought would watch you dying And you saw as your only friend is still on the wall Only now the tears and wrawl ‘Cos it wasn’t the answer to anything at all Got no conscience while you’re playing You use them, confuse them with no sense of fall Friendship’s just a game you’re playing You move on and make like it was nothing at all Only now the tears and wrawl ‘Cos it wasn’t the answer to anything at all Hold me down someone, hold me down Hold me down so I can’t get up again Despair that’s cellular and fibrous In tendon and bone I know what friendship is Playing, saying, plain sailing Do you even care what you did to me? Only now the tears and wrawl ‘Cos it wasn’t the answer to anything at all Hold me down someone, hold me down Hold me down so I can’t get up again I can get up again

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released January 22, 2021

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