not quite right/ not quite not right
from dickensian street lamps onto double yellow lines
the light falls
forming haloes round the puddles and the drains
look at the signs
breathe in the air
reach for the mist
listen to this:
the unknown pleasure of being unknown
i had an inkling of something else
it didn’t change my life
oh well, that doesn’t matter anymore
i’m not quite right but i’m not quite not right
days spent sitting on a hard chair in a waiting room
with no appointment
just to feel the fullness of time
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
your dad’s a northern butcher
and your skin’s like polished plaster
but i just have the haloes round the puddles and drains
go ahead with your travel plans
and formulating opinions
it couldn’t happen in a town like this
that’s not quite right but it’s not quite not right
not quite right but it’s not quite not right
not quite right but it’s not quite not right