Strange Bedfellows - John Cooper Clarke

A copper’s nark…

The cautious talk of a city under suspicion

A perfumed collision…

With the real meaning of a girl

Working in the dark… from the velvet shadows…

In the… black-wood of engines

YOU’RE in suspension…

In the best of all possible worlds

Furnished rooms…

In tune… with the frozen taste of money

A broken television

Flickers in the corner of one eye

A variety show

That goes below… the freezing point of numbers

To understand… an episode

Of a dream that money can buy

When a necromancer’s crucifix…

And fifty dead assistants…

A beer by a dried UP fountain

It’s the festival of the spoons: whatever that is

TWO scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers…

On the lines of least resistance…

Into the middle distance…

Of a supermarket tune

Familiar ground…

He stops her breath with the sneak-thief kiss of a roscoe

Love letters from Moscow

Calling for the hard-ware of surprise

In a jealous town…

Where desperation…

Isn’t worth the trouble

Meet your double… in an episode…

Of a dream that money can buy

Bye bye love

Say goodnight irene: to the magnetism of the MOMENT

The future fails to feature

Beyond the forcefields of their eyes

Decadant waves: Depraved Danger

Or a plaything of the rodents

Not quite the kind of creature

With whom they socialise