You Can't Build a City on the Rea

I mostly have the choruses and the bridge.  Chords too.  Verses are a little sketchy.

g add 9, a add9, em7

There's a hamlet here, nothing more
I don't know why you think it could be more

you can't build a city on the rea
no you can't build a city on the rea
and you can't put your hopes on me
you can't build a city on the rea

just let me be, let me be, let me be

But I know you won't let go of this idea
and you know I won't stop tryna make you see

you can't build a city on the rea
no you can't build a city on the rea
and you can't put your hopes on me
you can't build a city on the rea

but you bring out the very best in me
There's a little hope that you have made me see
you're the sunshine to my rose, I hope you know

You can't build a city on the rea
but if we build a new waterway
maybe you can build your city, maybe you can have your way
and maybe you can put your hopes on me.
with some help, you can put your hopes on me
so come with me, come with me, come with me

The After Lives of Lydia Montmorency

I hate my body.

I really hate my body.

It's not in bad shape, I guess.  Comparatively speaking.  I'm thinner than I've been in years.  This new diet - hahaha - is the first one I've ever been able to stick to.  Funny that.  I've stopped bothering with make-up, though.  And fashion.  Any interest I had in fashion has long since fallen by the wayside.

"When's the last time you washed your hair?" I ask myself.  Rhetorical question.

I sigh, and float through a wall so I don't have to look at myself any more.  Stupid body.  Despite this part of me having long since evacuated that shell, I still feel attached.  We would resemble sisters, I suspect, if there were anyone who could see both of us.

I stuck my head back through the wall.  My body looks over at me.  Like a dog.

"Come on," I say to my own rotting carcass, with a sigh.  "Let's go get you some brains."

I Hold Your Hand

I hold your hand.

It's so warm.  Your veins stand out across the back, from all the exercise you've done.  There are calluses from gripping, climbing, pulling, clinging on to life and vibrancy in a way that so few do.  The nails are bitten.  Your fingertips have those sensitive teardrops on them, though you've numbed them through repeated exposure.  So do mine.

I'd give anything to hold your hand, but now that I finally am, I wish I couldn't.  It's hurting you.  I see your frustration, as you learn how to do simple little things, like eat, and type, and tie your shoelaces, without the use of your left hand.  I'd give it back to you if I could.  I'd give you anything if I could.  But letting go of your hand now won't give it back to you, and I've been starved of you for so long that I can't let go.

It was two years before we met that I...that I became cold.  It was an accident, a tragic accident.  You were never meant to be without me.  Your life wasn't supposed to be this hard.  We could have been great together.  We will be one day.

For now, because of that accident, I can hold your hand.  I know you know that, because when you feel my cold fingers on your warm phantom limb, you jump, sometimes, startled.  Then you smile, a hopeful smile, and I feel reassured.

One day, we'll start over together, in two new lives.  For now, I'll wait.  For now, I hold your hand.

At Least (Oh You) - Draft 1

Oh you
you kissed me at the station
at the end of our first date and
I
guess you never knew
That I'd planned to kiss you too
Just the same
Guess that's our game.

Oh, we
Lala la la la lalala,
Lala, la la la lalala,
You and me...
Were wrong as wrong could be,
but at least
We got that right
We got one thing right

And do you
Remember that long night
When I sang and held you tight
because you
had those nightmares and those dreams
That just wouldn't let you sleep
without me
You needed me.
and though next day you said
we'd never talk of it again,
at least
We had that night
we got one thing right.

The Shape of You

A withered red rose, saved from a bouquet,
I'm allergic to roses, but I think that's wearing off.

A single cup with two straws.
A ticket to the Apollo Victoria,
"That's Galinda with a Gar",
More ticket stubs, Jimmy Carr this time.

A review for Scar 3D,
An empty space in my bed.
The 11th.
The second series of Green Wing.

A void on my righthandside,
The beep of a text or an msn message,
My cold hands.
Christmas.

These are the things that make the shape of you,
The space that is left when you leave.

Marvellous to Me, 3rd Draft

Can you imagine if Pietro and Lorna 
Dane got together.
It would be like
"You can't catch me, I'm too fast so
Why do you try when you can never keep up?"
So maybe
I'm just saying maybe
Maybe we should slow things down...

Or pretend Colossus and Kitty Pryde
Well, made it work together, or tried
It'd be like
"My strongest grip can't hold you
You're slipping right out of my hands
But still you get through
Every defence that I ever had,"
So maybe 
I'm just saying maybe
Maybe we should just be friends.

But I wish you knew
Wish you could see
You're marvellous to me
You always were
Always will be
Marvellous to me.
To me
You're marvellous to me...

Gambit and Rogue tried to work it out
Though he
He couldn't touch her and if he tried,
Well she -
She would kill him like you're killing me.
So maybe -
Baring a miracle maybe
Maybe we should just stay fiction.

But I wish you knew
Wish you could see
You're marvellous to me
You always were
Always will be
Marvellous to me.
To me
And though I know
We will never work
You'll always be
Marvellous to me.
To me
You're marvellous to me...

 

Marvellous to Me, Second Draft - with Singing!

Imagine if Pietro and and Lorna 
Dane got together.
It would be like
"You can't hit me, I'm too fast and
Can you imagine standing behind the 
slow guy at the atm forever?
...and you remind me of my dad".

Or pretend Colossus and Kitty Pryde
Well, made it work together, or tried
It'd be like
"My strongest grip can't hold you
You're slipping right out of my hands
But still you get through
Every defence that I ever had, so maybe
Maybe we should just stay friends".

But I wish you knew
I wish you could see
You're marvellous to me
You always were
You always will be
Marvellous to me.

Gambit and Rogue tried to work it out
Though he
He couldn't touch her and if he tried,
Well she -
She would kill him like you're killing me.
So maybe -
Baring a miracle maybe
Maybe we should just stay fiction.

But you're
Marvellous to me
You were always were
You've always been
Marvellous to me.
I wish you knew
I wish you'd believe
You're marvellous to me.

You asked me to look you in the eye
but like 
cyclops without his visor
I can't do that
You don't want that
But still
You should believe

You're marvellous to me
You always were
You always will be
Marvellous to me
Even though I know
We will never work
You're still marvellous to me
To me
You'll always be
Marvellous to me.
You can hear me singing it here.