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The Black Sparrows

:- are a band formed by 2 Bukowksi obsessed young men who wanted an excuse to drink and shout in public. Recreating the spirit of the guitar band, The Black Sparrows bring a punk inspired attitude to indie, with danceable riffs and sharp lyrics.

Champagne and Errections

Give me one perfect shot of flame

and I can ignore all the other
pillars of insecurity that
surround us.
force glass upon glass
of champagne on me
with viscious metalic bubbles
that blister like moments of insanity
and provide the second excitement of the morning.
Feel perfect cold against our curves
which may have felt clammy
or uncomfortable
if it weren't for an emotion
discovered earlier this year.
Speak in sweet intakes
of dreamed breath
and a hand which may be moving
only in sleep.
Your fragile breasts
hair in mine
light of morning
summer sent
perfect scented.
Love coughed, and then very
still
with bird song everything.
And my only fear is that
no one could be as
content as I am
this morning.

 

In as much sense as ever
is forever

falling for
her words seemed brilliantly dizzying
and you'd leave them all unquestioned

-do you know that greyhounds
 are better than stale biscuits
 (chocolate biscuits)
 but lightbulbs are happier
 than turtles
-of course,
 all of these are inferior
 to candle wax
 and lack the politeness of windscreens

love, like perfect grammar
ain't always about making sense.

Middle class and muddled

My friends all read The Guardian,
they say it gives their views to them
in gastro pubs they live and spend
a wage worth their degree

Middle class their only burden
talking like they're Tyler Durden
All their courage drunk and slurred
then sulking like a child

Even their shrinks say that they're boring
always quoting Richard Dawkins
and now I feel that I'm sat clawing
sanity's cruel curve

They hyphernate their surnames
are spoilt and wrong but rarely blamed
their parents pay for all their games
of codeine and of fashion

My friends all read The Guardian
Disciples to the bitter end
because of them I must pretend
that I read The Sun.
www.facebook.com/theblacksparrows

www.blacksparrows.co.uk

Rounds

Be drunk if you'll be little else
spoke the speaker to himself
forgotten names feel quite the same
when drinks are drank to health
and the wealth of any nameless man
may seem blameless in his spending
but for now we raise a glass and praise
the night as never ending
 
 
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