Mr Messy

Tack 2 from Fabric Dreams [ep] copyright 2015 written and performed by Olifant Collective Produced by Dean Cargill, Glasgow www.soundcloud.com/deandarkie Lyrics: The light shifts in, all the edges are caught, lit up. I'm coughing up bits of dust, my nose is blocked and blushed. I'm tripping over lists it's getting crowded in the hut, The books and the piles, they draw near. Am I pushing my luck as the years pile up? The dishes stack up and they wobble and they crush. "Oh my days! Oh lord, oh won't you save me? There's something alive, living in that cup" And the hoover says: "Who? Who lives here?" (x4) The little seed Prozac, gobbled up bold, I'm full and flat. Serotonin, I'm in hiding, lying camouflaged on my back. And maybe it will change, clean cut ship shape home without a stain. They come in, dust busters, broom pushers, make me say: "Wash up as you're working, wipe away at each turning. It's so nice to be so white, I can breathe now everything's right. It's my brand new start, fresh page, clean slate... But now I'm sick of living in a show room, where the janitor's king..." "Who? Who lives here?" (x8) Skipping a beat when the carpet's clean, Two lonely feet, as the desert reaches, Out and over, Smoothed and colder. (x4) Mr Messy hello, Mr Messy oh no! Mr Messy hello, Mr Messy oh no!