Bedsit gothic
Made a career of being insincere
Erstwhile friends tortured by northern hipsters
Those rambunctious slaves to conventionality
Chiming out over delusional spires
He microwaves a cup of baked beans
Ostentatiously obscure
More meat on a butcher’s pencil
Wit, wisdom and vituperation
A boy violently made up
Listlessly dreaming away a tedious and feeble life
He's my bone idle idol
I imagine being nothing, something, anything
Always other than what I am
Money is wasted on the rich
They'd force Da Vinci to work at Wetherspoons
I asked for Lawrence - all I got was Florence
A shoddy bohemia
Kisses and powders and pills
So remember me when you're dancing to Morrissey
Music so good even the CDs jump
It's not about looking glamourous one night a week darling
He's my bone idle idol
credits
from Dead Dead Dead Still Digging EP,
released June 1, 2020
Lyrics by Richey
Music by Ryan Walker
Produced by Richey
Recorded at Futureworks Salford by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin
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