
SPECIAL
Help me through the night
Help me through the day
Help me find the words to say the things I need to say
Show me what you’re made of
Show me what life’s for
Show me that I needn’t fear what’s behind the door
I wouldn’t write, I wouldn’t write
I wouldn’t write these words for you
If you weren’t
Special
Help me through the night
Help me through the day
Help me find a place where I can slowly rot away
Show me I’m important
Show me that I matter
Show me I can bend a bit but I won’t shatter
Wouldn’t write, I wouldn’t write
I wouldn’t write these words for you
If you weren’t
Special
Call you up at three a.m. with spiders in my brain
Call you from the motorway, I’ve broken down again
Call you from the hospital to scream at you in pain
I’m not sane
But I’m not quite insane
Help me through the night
Help me through the day
Help me load my shotgun and blast the blues away
Show me where I’m going
Show me where I’ve been
Show me how I made it through the places in between
I wouldn’t write, I wouldn’t write
I wouldn’t write these words for you
If you weren’t
Special
You wouldn’t care, you wouldn’t care
You wouldn’t care so much for me
If I weren’t
Special
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- Current Mood
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pleased

Written a few days ago while on the road in the USA (yes, how cliched). Started just north of the Florida-Georgia state line, finished before we got as far as Savannah...
Orange and black
On the attack
If he gets you he’ll lay you out flat on your back
Don’t hunt in a pack
To get him a snack
So you better hang on for dear life, that’s a fact
He’ll eat you alive if you give him a chance
This is no time to falter or fail
Put aside all your doubts and your fears and your angst
You’ve got a tiger, a tiger by the tail
Slinky and smooth
Knows how to move
Some things are so perfect that you just can’t improve
Look at his face
Dangerous grace
Never so much as a hair out of place
He’s a whisker away from impossibly suave
He’s so indisputably male
He eats his prey whole, doesn’t do things by halves
You’ve got a tiger, a tiger by the tail.
He’s not a pig, his head’s not in the trough
He’s not a sheep, he bites their heads clean off
He’s not a dog, he’s no type of canine
He’s a tiger and a predator and he’s doing just fine
Top of the chain
Personal gain
Never has to say sorry, never has to explain
A drop of champagne
A toot of cocaine
Never suffers himself, but he thrives on your pain
He invented the game and he makes his own rules
He’s careful with every detail
He hunts down the weak, he’s fatal to fools
You’ve got a tiger by the tail –
He’ll eat you alive if you give him a chance
This is no time to falter or fail
Put aside all your doubts and your fears and your angst
He’ll get into your heart if he gets in your pants
So you’d better think twice if he asks you to dance
You’ve got a tiger, a tiger by the tail
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- Current Mood
- accomplished