painter

ALL THE SPARKLING PRIZES

OF MONTREAL

CLOSE TO CALL

MISSED THE BOAT

LET IT ALL FALL OFF

KEYS ARE IN MY POCKET AND THEY RATTLE YOU AWAKE

MOUTHING LINES TO YOU

STAND CORRECTED

CURL YOUR LIPS AND SHOW YOUR TEETH

CHARTS AND GRAPHS DON’T MEAN A THING TO ME

ALL DRESSED UP

HURRY UP AND WAIT

NOW YOU’RE COOKING WITH GAS

WHEN IT’S ALL SORTED

SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS