Carry Me - Malcolm Middleton

Will you carry me when my legs have gone?

Will you carry me home?

Will you pray for me, as they’re taking me?

Pray for my soul

What a letdown, I was convinced that I’d be living in hotels and breaking into

houses by now.

I was under the impression that I’d be partying in Rio on yachts

with my white suit on

And soft-permed women in chiffon and lycra.

When I was 6 I blew out all the

candles but the machine gun and motor bike have yet to appear.

Every day I

check for my super power or special ability, but it’s still in the post.

I know it is.

And every day I try to use the force, and the belief that I can

fly will never leave.

I must be an undercover spy, disguised as «my life.

«I must be.

Just a little bit longer and then I can go home and reap the

rewards.

It must be so obvious though.

Surely I can’t be that good at my job as

this all looks fake and wrong and cheap and shallow.

Or maybe I’m too good?

Anyway, not long now and then it’s back to the real life of the yachts and the

night stars and summer youth longing romance

Will you carry me when my legs have gone?

Will you carry me home?

Will you pray for me, as they’re taking me?

Pray for my soul

Hey, I’m sorry you’re dead, and I’m sorry that I missed Bowie’s changes.

I stumbled upon him dancing with his red shoes on and dismissed him as a cunt.

Dancing to thought forms made true when he turned the world from black and

white.

Let me sing about the hell you’re in so it’ll take me out of my life.

Let me shout of bonds and walls and thorns.

I can kick you while I’m down.

I’ll have to paint the most horrendous colours to cover up my favourite chord.

Knowing my luck I’ll be the first not to die.

My own striving for perfection

and goodness flanks me and laughs at the failure that I am from his dizzy

heights.

I’ll never make it up there to become the real me.

Everything’s wrong,

and it keeps getting worse.

You said it’s just a product of ageing but that’s

not true.

It’s really all getting worse

Will you carry me when my legs have gone?

Will you carry me home?

Will you pray for me, as they’re taking me?

Pray for my soul

Will you carry me when my legs have gone?

Will you carry me home?

Will you pray for me, as they’re taking me?

Pray for my soul