When Good Dreams Go Bad

by Alan Fears

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1.
Call Me 03:44
Call me in the morning Call me after work Call me in a superstore Call me in a church Call me with your teardrops Call me in the rain Call me when the tumbleweeds Are blowing through your brain And if you think that someday you may fall... You can call And when the world has got you by the balls… You can call There’s something wrong you’re not sleeping There’s something wrong with your eyes They’ve gone a peculiar size Call me with your troubles Call me late at night Call me up for cuddles Call me what you like Call me in the funeral home Call me while I weep Call me with your point of view Call me when I sleep And when the world has pushed you off wall… You can call There’s something wrong you’re not talking There’s something wrong with your lines You’ve got a peculiar mind There’s something wrong you are weeping There’s something wrong with your mind The words are harder to find Call me with your daydreams Call me for a fight Call me for a tussle Call me what you like And when the world has shoved you down the hall… You can call And when the world has got you by the balls… You can call
2.
I can do what I want I can do what I like Yeah I’m really happy for You I’ve got some wonderful legs And a shiney new bike Yeah I’m really happy for you I’m going to travel the world In a yacht full of girls Yeah I’m really happy for You I got a twin engine Porsche And a prizewinning horse Yeah I’m really happy for you Yes we're really happy for you I think of all the things I could do If only I had a brain But I ain’t got no brain I got a house on the beach That my peoples keep clean Yeah I’m really happy for you I got some friends of my own That I found on my phone Yeah I’m really happy for you we go out all the time for cocktails and wine Yeah I’m really happy for you Yes we're really happy for you Think of all the things I could do If only I had a brain Think of all the things you could do If only you had a brain I ain’t got no brain I got a mansion of gold It never gets old A yacht full of girls Travel the world I think of all the things I could do If only I had a brain But I ain’t got no brain
3.
I got a headful of spiders and a mouthful of words and clues I got a pocketful of paper and a handful of crumpled up news Take me back to the little brown houses Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you Inside of you I don't know what I'm supposed to do I don't know what to say to you I got a bucketful of troubles and an earful of syllable stew I got a boxful of aggro and a suitcase of jumbled up blues Take me back to the little brown houses Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you Inside of you I don't know what I'm supposed to do I don't know what to say to you
4.
There's nothing left for me to say And all the words have turned to grey We are a thousand miles apart You got me wrapped around your heart And as the years drift off to sea I catch the minutes of memories No matter how I try to start You got me wrapped around your heart I watch the greatest days dissolve I watch the noise slip through the holes I see the trouble double in size I see myself inside your eyes And when the world just falls apart I'll be wrapped around your heart
5.
Blah Blah 03:03
Now I've got this feeling And it makes me roam Like a restless finger On a remote control As your words start curling Out of your hole Have you heard of silence? Can you turn it down? Please decrease the volume Before I make a frown I can see it coming Out of your mouth Blah blah How're the kids and wife? Blah blah Going somewhere nice? Blah blah Thank you very much I have had enough of your verbal fudge You have lost all meaning You are on your own You're a monkey finger Trying to use a phone Can't you hear me weeping? Underneath your drone Blah blah Turned out nice again Blah blah You've got some super friends Blah blah Let's go out to lunch And gurgle down a pint of your verbal punch Blah blah How're the kids and wife? Blah blah Going somewhere nice? Blah blah Thank you very much I have had enough of your verbal fudge
6.
Soft Huff 02:43
Disappointments I hate you Stupid people You too Random raindrops I hate you Politicians You too It breaks my heart, I’ve had enough It makes me break into a soft huff Television I hate you Racist piggies You too Stale biscuits I hate you Whale killers You too Dumb dictators You too It breaks my heart, I’ve had enough It makes me break into a soft huff
7.
I will change you Rearrange you I will page you like it’s 1985 I will break you Then remake you Gently shake you and maybe make you cry I will do all the things that I shouldn’t do I will hold you And unfold you Slowly mould you into something that is mine I will tempt you I will bend you Then offend you with words that you don’t like Your resentment will light up my whole life I will do all the things that I shouldn’t do
8.
I really like you I really like you I really like you I really like you Like you like you like you like you Yes I like you I really like you I really want you I really want you I really want you I want to bite you Because I like you Because I like you I like you like you I really like you Like you like you like you like you Yes I like you I really like you
9.
Is this all that there is? If it is then I don’t want to waste my time Like a bee on a leaf I can see the sun is trying hard to shine So don’t look now Just above your frown There’s a big black cloud Hanging over us Hanging over us Grab your coat And a boat And watch the hope just sink and slowly float away So don’t look down Just above your frown There’s a big black cloud Hanging over us Hanging over us
10.
Wonky Lines 03:51
Drawing on a piece of paper It’s like walking through an alligator town The pencils are all brown They’re going round and round Fire me up with inspiration Then watch the wave of hesitation drown It’s pulling me right down I sink without a sound Oh no don’t you worry now About all your wonky lines It’s hard enough to get stuff right These silhouettes are full of danger It’s becoming a super major bore To always be unsure Of everything I draw Maybe I’m a natural loser Who will never ever outmanoeuvre me I’m treading carefully On the eggshells underneath I’m giving up on correctness Tired of perfecting perfectness now Let the fire come to town And burn it down to the ground Oh no don’t you worry now About all your wonky lines It’s hard enough to get stuff right
11.
Everywhere I go The world is there People say hello Or stop and stare So I drop some words Without a care And wander off Like a baby bear Lying on my bed With my eyes on fire Nothing in my head But dumb desire So I make a wish Out of rusty wire And watch it flop Like a burning tyre When you’ve only gots some bits and pieces And you don’t know how to iron out the creases You have to do the best that you can do Tying up my shoes In the pouring rain I watch my blues Drip down the drain So I buy some clothes To make a change But nothing fits So I stay the same When you’ve only gots some bits and pieces And you don’t know how to iron out the creases You have to do the best that you can do
12.
The Party 02:42
I Introduce myself As a figure of health I show them all what I am worth And then I have a taste And fall flat on my face I just slip around on my words I can’t stand anymore My legs have gone I can’t stand anymore Has this party gone on too long? Has this party gone on too long? I redeem myself Resting on a shelf As your trinkets fall to the floor The eyes start watching me As I tread carefully And crunch my way towards the door I can’t stand anymore My legs have gone I can’t stand anymore Has this party gone on too long? Has this party gone on too long? Has this party gone on too long? Has this party gone on too long?

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released June 4, 2017

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