Eyes Open

[SUPERHYDRATED, 2000]

A kid on a train with tag sticky hands
A bridge in the distance not distant enough
A speeding up carriage slows down a life
Exhale like the bottom of an aerosol can

If you look too long, you see too much
And it’s hard sometimes just being

A kid on his knees with gun barrel eyes
A brother who’s been drinking but not enough to fall over
A stupid crack like a fire cracker going off on Chinese New Year
Blood all over quite unlike a quilt cover

And if you look too long you see too much
And it’s hard sometimes, just keeping your eyes open
and it’s hard sometimes, just to open your eyes

Morganics:
[train arriving on platform three]
I’ve spied junkies on a mission to feed their obsession
old men, crumpled leather skin casualties of a generation gone by
pools of sweat, tears and alcohol in which we swim
my mentality the only division between me and him
young track suit couples pushing prams on the platform
waiting for their train to arrive I live or die in the eyes
of a new born child as the wind blows through my hair
on hot summer days through the haze of VB, testosterone and steel,
feel the tension rising lonely drunken men clustering and traveling
outside their suburban nine to five unraveling years of armour plating
to survive the test in this land of convicts and gays
you’re either straight or you’re bashed
so walk the hard straight line
and never look back, never look back
And if you look too long you see too much