(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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Just don’t forget me, I’ll do anything, cover myself in jelly, If it’ll keep me on your telly. I won’t talk about babies in bunke…
Stop being so still inanimate objects move to my will
It’s three in the morning and my v… I see life as a stage and the danc… The sets and the clothes are desig… Or we’d crawl on our bellies and e… Life is a dance,
Striding with purpose I pass the perfume “No thanks” past glitter doll eyes and boxes to die for
I danced in the city when the day… I danced around the throngs and wo… I wondered what it was that had su… that I joined a queue from a new d… Spend then, wherever you may be
I sailed away to cast my fate, on the shores of Catalina, but after toiling thousands of mil… I find the grass is much less gree… All the wine in wine country,
Took a ride out to the hill family of five tightly coiled shoehorned in a car late this song no this one
Hurried by the wind, my mind races across impassible reaches to where you too are watching in shared solitude There is no torture
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
I’ve done it in bars and beaches a… Toilets, and cars, and parties, upside down and angry, on floors, in baths, and desperately.
Dress them in factory grey and shi… add a splash of colour to stop the… Introduce drip-fed thoughts and th… Teach them to ignore their mind an… Stay inside when it rains, cos it’…
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,
The first time I entered you, You did not embrace me, Stone cold hearted made me feel cold and me and my money, parted.
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points