'Uninspired'


I have nothing to lose but I wish I did
I never cut my tongue when I was licking the lid
That’s not to say I’m blessed I just take my time
Like an archaeologist or an aging wine
I’m digging for fortune with all my worth
But I’ve hit quite a rocky patch of earth
So I down my tools and I call it a night
Then I lie in the darkness and consider my plight

What’s that on my shoulder would you like a chip?
It might taste bitter here’s a tasty dip
And while we’re on the subject would you like a drink?
To wash it all down and help you think
A nice cider or gin or perhaps a beer
And then I suddenly recall you’ve been dry for a year
Well that’s highly admirable – I couldn’t do that
Some of my best nights involved the arse of a rat

Why am I so uninspired – why am I asking you?
Maybe I’m determined to bring you down with me too
Why am I so uninspired? I can’t appreciate
Stumble to an ending that I didn’t help,
I didn’t help create

I’ve got so much to gain but my uptake’s slow
I’ve got my mind on other things you know
But there lies the problem with the modern age
When your brain feels like an overstuffed cage
Worry, envy, resentment too
There’s all manner of ingredients in this stew
But you don’t have to eat it put it in the right bin
With all the rotten apples and potato skins

If I was a genius and I’m sure I’m not
I’d find better ways of spending the time I’ve got
It’s an art-form I can’t get my head around
So I fill it with all kinds of musical sounds
Like glockenspiels and electric guitars
Questionable vocals and melodicas
If you find a chorus gonny let me know
After this verse here I need somewhere to go

Why am I so uninspired – why am I asking you?
Maybe I’m determined to bring you down with me too
Why am I so uninspired? I can’t appreciate
Stumble to an ending that I didn’t help,
I didn’t help create

I once kicked a daffodil in the face
That’s not a euphemism it’s a botanic disgrace
I wasn’t feeling particularly nice
It got in the way and paid the ultimate price
Flowers aren’t the only things to feel my rage
The most common victim is the A4 page
Bitter regrets on every side
A woe-inducing white knuckle ride

Define a daydream – the rebel in my mind
Uses it as a mask to hide behind
Reality ends up being redesigned
I much prefer it with vague blurry lines
I hear you seek truth though you will consider
A half truth abandoned by the highest bidder
Would you accept someone who’s a rubbish liar?
Even though they’re fairly uninspired

Why am I so uninspired – why am I asking you?
Maybe I’m determined to bring you down with me too
Why am I so uninspired? I can’t appreciate
Stumble to an ending that I didn’t help,
I didn’t help create