Axe Victim

You came to watch the band

To see us play our parts

We hoped you'd lend an ear

You hope we dress like tarts

But back stage we stand naked

All the make-up cleaned away

My poet sheds his pretty skin

And turns to face the day

And there's nothing to be done

No nothing to be said

Last night I felt immortal

This morning I feel dead

And the love that gave

Its blaze to my heart

Now brings a haze

Be careful, I'm an axe victim

Hung up on these silver strings

Like wings, like time machines

Like voices on the winds

We hit the road to Hull

Sad amps and smashed guitars

Played badly at The Duke

To almost no applause

But someone made it worthwhile

When shining with bright eyes

They gave me full attention

And took me by surprise

But today the feeling's gone

No, faded like a ghost

Last night I saw the future

This morning there's no hope

And the words that I sung so clear

Are now clouded by my tears

Please, be careful, I'm an axe victim

Hung up on these silver strings

Like sails, like seagulls cries

Like church bells in the night