I tried to follow the approach we did a few weeks ago of writing a shedload of detail & words and then picking some & building on them.
So this song started from the image of a girl getting into a car on a dark rainy street, and grew from there. Quite surprised me where it went - but that is sometime the way. I would point out that I write imagined stories & rarely anything autobiographical - this one is entirely ficticious !!
Traffic
I am neither here nor there, no not anywhere
wet tyres, wheel spin
hitch my skirt and I climb in
princess on board
oh money changing hands
take me, don't take me nowhere
Must be this is a family car
wet wipes and cellophane debris
plastic low-heel shoes in a string bag
his wet lips and his dry hands
and it feels like some kind of a disease
car park industrial estate
CC reality TV
This week another milestone passed me by
my eyes closed with a wish list
I blew a candle out just for me
I am neither here nor there, no not anywhere
wet tyres, wheel spin
hitch my skirt and I climb in
princess on board
oh money changing hands
take me, don't take me nowhere
You light me a spare cigarette
warm beer and nothing said
swallow a little white pill of never mind
night shift and women's work
drop back seat for a hard bed
I am neither here nor there, no not anywhere
wet tyres, wheel spin
hitch my skirt and I climb in
princess on board
oh money changing hands
take me, don't take me nowhere



