peter pick

amateur

1) time i wasted

2) decoupling

3) love you

4) my love said

5) never coming home

6) tell you so

7)  to love somebody

8) uncanny

9) nobody knows

all songs by peter pick, except ‘to love somebody’

(barry gibb).

peter pick:

guitar, voice, programming.

richard miles:

unfeasibly sustained guitar

(‘never coming home’ and

‘nobody knows’)

an aural witness prevarication

2006

time i wasted

(love I tasted – love I wasted.)

all the time i wasted on you,

all the time i wasted on you,

i could have spent it down the pub,

i might have drunk myself to death by now

all the time i wasted on you.

all the time i wasted on you,

all the time i wasted on you,

i could have spent it by myself.

all the time i wasted on you.

(time I waited – time I wasted.)

decoupling

where we go, it’s troubling,

coming closer and huddling

though you know now

all the songs we sing

look at us though:

decoupling.

where we go, i’m wondering

growing older and struggling

do you know how it’s happening?

here we go now:

decoupling

love you

We both know that it’s tough

but know that I love you;

sink my face in your muff

to show you I love you

unpredictable stuff

it’s coming on smooth,

it’s cutting up rough,

love may not be enough

but oh I have loved you 

love is never enough

but oh I have loved you.

Cos the feeling’s so strong

I know that I love you

when we don’t get along

I try to say things

they just come out wrong

so I wrote you this song

to tell you I love you.

my love said

i wish i could still smell you, feel your back

i wish that i could fall back on your bed

you feel so good, like ice-cream only warm

‘that’s because i’m melting’ my love said.

never coming home

it’s you i’m dreaming of

it’s you i’m dreaming of

your teeth are stained with love

it’s you i’m dreaming of

i’m never coming home

to you to you to you

tell you so

i should have died and left you

then i wouldn’t have to know.

i never could forget you

i never will forget you

i’m never going to get you

so i have to let you go

i’m going to regret you

i wish i’d never met you

set up or upset you

and i really have to see you

cos i need to tell you so

uncanny

i love you like a private case

like cinder-blocks and packing-crates

like living in a carapace

a car-park just past cyberspace

like Americans love real-estate

the shape inside the furnace,

or the binding of the glue

i love you like a cylinder

or some platonic fantasy

i can’t see and i can’t say,

i haven’t got a clue

i love you like a private case

like living in a sacred place -

a sacred place.

it’s uncanny though

the way you turn your cheek

it’s uncanny

just to hear you speak

nobody knows

silly me; why did i start to cry?

silly me; i can’t remember why

silly me; why did i start to cry?

as for me, nobody knows but you.

i don’t know why we fight

all the wrong doesn’t make it right

as for me, nobody knows but you.

we’re alone, nobody else can see,

we’re alone, nobody else can see,

as for you, nobody knows but me;

after you, nobody else for me….

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