#jamiemacdowell

I'm a soul train video The O in your stereo Can't even measure me in decibels because I'm measured in imperial I'm on and off like a flash strobe I get up like a periscope Like the devil at the crossroads I'm the Venom and the Antidote

I'm a missile on a one way course. I'm a rocket ship at T minus 10 seconds till launch. I'm a bullet on a B line to the end of a narrow barrel, about to burst, and thirsty for you. I'm an introvert cursed with being personable. I'm a submersible buried under the earth in the dirt. So full of words that I could burst, and man it hurts, call a nurse, Because the verses are turning me blue. I'm a flash of light sudden, I'm a frightening sight, like a lightning strike. I'm the clap from up the back of the atmosphere, wrapped up in cheerful antics, I'm romantic like Aladdin licking Jasmines ear. As fancy as a chandelier, one handed on the tan brazier, the engine, wing and landing gear, all at once are standing here. Your fantasy, a grand veneer, vocabulary engineer. A cannabalistic animal, I'll tear you up from ear to ear.

     I'm a realistic piece of carbon with reasonable principles I sleep at even intervals, I don't believe in miracles I'm all about the heart, a little bit about the genitals, but any boy would say that to you. I'm a well supported pauper I get caught up in my quarters I can't afford it but I've got more to write, up in the corner I'm the sort of dog brought up on the poison in the water and it's awful but I'm likely to bite. Sometimes I'm a train wreck on stage but I’m dangerously patient I'm tenacious because it takes some time to make it. I'm abrasive there's a sentiment that I keep with no hesitance "contentment's the enemy of invention”. Who ain’t in favour of same sex relationships? Love is unexplained so far so who are we to regulate it? I'm for all forms of admiration, lust and flattery. I don't believe they're aware of anatomy.

Sometimes I long to be young again, I wish they'd invent a medicine so I could go back and spend the days that I misspent again. I'd take piano lessons instead of playing tennis, and I wouldn't quit the choir. I'd pay much more attention to my english teacher, I'd do all the reading in the holidays I think I could have learnt a whole lot more from Mr. Holloway Now I'm a grammar addict, pragmatically, I'm branded by semantics I'm an analyst, and never will abandon it. Maybe it's better that I developed late instead of early Music don't come naturally to me so no-one heard me when I started, I was terrible, much worse than I'd admit because I pushed the tone and melody but didn't know what pitch was. See, writing has always been it for me though no-one knew it, and I think when when I was young I just wasn't ready to do it, but I'm proud of my past, I'm proud of every way I used it, because the dimly-lit dead ends, they all directed me to music.

You're a little bit of water, little bit of blood A little bit of reason and a little bit of luck. A little bit of fever and a little bit of love Little bit of falling, and a lot of getting up.

Just another drunk, in just another dive bar, same chair as last time, same clothes as last night A waitress, stretching every pay check, behind on her statements for education payments Just another traveller, you think you got character because you've been to India or Africa to study the vernacular Another lonely man, got the boney hands, picking up the soda cans to pay his way.

You're a little bit of water, little bit of blood Little bit of reason and a little bit of luck. A little bit of fever and a little bit of love Little bit of falling, and a lot of getting up.

You're just another actress with just another agent, selling drugs to pay rent, pawning off your bracelets   Just another overweight living on left over take aways addicted to thick shakes ignoring the headaches A Bob Dylan wannabe sitting in economy pouring over poems like they're tickets to the lottery an unlucky citizen to watch the house he's living in filling with water again.

You're a little bit of water, little bit of blood Little bit of reason and a little bit of luck. A little bit of fever and a little bit of love Little bit of falling, and a lot of getting up.

Just another bride on the best day of her life, a sky diver on his ninth flight relaxing for the first time You're  just another dancer dressed up in the funk, resting in the build ups and waiting for the drums You're just another father who just met his new grandson, sitting next to grandma looking at the new mum. You're just another activist working for the peace core, just another first kiss from the boy you've got a thing for.

You're a little bit of water, little bit of blood Little bit of reason and a little bit of luck. A little bit of fever and a little bit of love Little bit of falling, and a lot of getting up.

There's no medicine or remedy For this fever furious in me It's got claws so sharp, it'll cut a man in two. There ain't no arsenal to fight it with It has eyes like ice and a vice like grip I'm flushed with with fire, I'm feverish for you. And the tonics only scratch the surface That fever grows, like a plague with purpose Made of cold sweats and a basement furnace Where the poetry purrs and the words are earnest   I wonder would it break if that person heard this A girl so fly that her skirt gets nervous with tricks so wild that you'll curse the circus If so I'm gonna write till my words are worthless No appetite could compete With this fever hiding inside me So I'm gonna sing you silent even though

You're just another version of just another person, you could have been a surgeon, you could have been a nun. I'm just another hipster, with long hair and whiskers and these pants that don't fit, sat staring at the sun. None of us are any more the wiser than any other kind of person living next to where the other rats run. So I'm just gonna write and sing, play and love my friends and drink, cause I don't have a clue to when the end is gonna come.

I do good more than I do bad I'm direct more than I'm sly But in the moments we've shared I swear you've heard me lie Seen me steal Watched me boast heard me cheat But I'm good, I swear I'm good Every other time

For the times I've offended I apologise I feel misrepresented Because I swear that I am kind, I am soft, And I'm polite, And made of warm, But I've low and I've been mean Every single time.

I can be bright in the morning I can be a gentleman at night I can be warm in the winter I can be cool around a fire I can be calm under pressure I can be balanced on a wire I can be humble when I'm winning I swear that I am kind Every other time.

Next to someone so complete I'm underdressed and unprepared You keep your regal so discrete You are gentle, you are fair You're serine You are strong And full of new & you're so good I swear I'm good Every other time.

I can be bright in the morning I can be a gentleman at night I can be warm in the winter I can be cool around a fire I can be calm under pressure I can be balanced on a wire I can be humble when I'm winning I swear that I am kind Every other time.

Lights off, lay me down Hound me like a dog shag gagged and bound with the Lights on, shades are drawn rubbing on the wall until the papers worn She's a freak show, all do's, no don'ts wherever there's a will, there's never any wont's. Bass lines make me move Take your fingers for a walk until you feel the groove. She's a tight knit woven weave Spit shine on her hands to match her dirty knees Like a white witch with a soul like a sell out When she's good she's good but when she's bad she's better.

Oh you make me beg and plead Up on the mattress on the mezzanine. So much more love than you'd ever need She's a fortune teller

Rock and roll, open it up overdosing on sex, decibels and drugs Honky Tonk, close it shut Bad like Brando b-b-b-butter it up. Hip hop, with a little bit of jazz Inverted fingerings and boom boom bap Heartbreak, a soul undone a little bit of pain never hurt no one. Oh you make me beg and plead Up on the mattress on the mezzanine. So much more love than you'd ever need She's a fortune teller

She said, I've a crystal ball, so I can see your soul, you're conditions treatable, and I'm unbelievable, well I've a crystal ball, and you're affectionate soul is almost edible, and mine is incredible

Circus tricks, round and round I've never known a girl to be so up and down Like a theme park, with plenty of time Can't really hurt to hit one more line Like Rockstars & the morning sun I'll lay down but won't rest until it comes Billy Boothroyd; voice like a demon if you knew him you'd Niidm  

Oh you make me beg and plead Up on the mattress on the mezzanine. So much more love than you'd ever need She's a fortune teller

A reflection on its own can't walk, form thoughts or cast shadows. An aimless facade stuck in glass and darkened windows can reel you in though, & can hold you close. That stalker that lingers in mirrors who keeps you company may say you look lovely, and consign kind remarks. That creep that can't seem to keep his prying eyes off you may conjure a plot to tear you apart.

Oh 'like' me please, treat me nicely seeing as we're alike, we see eye to eye, you're no more bright than me and far less lively, please, you're just light, not life. You're advice won't keep on me.

I won’t live my life through mirrors I won’t hear the messages that they deliver I am resolved too much time in the silver will kill ya I won’t live my life through mirrors I won’t hear the messages that they deliver I am resolved too much time in the silver will kill ya

Every morning, every day I here you calling, you whisper my name you make it sound innocent but hear it sinister cuz I used to live with ya so I know you intimate there’s nobody wickeder no evil equivalent not one so mean spirited or as ambivilant you can be difficult and you can be primitive at times quite devilish I'm tired of the dissonance of living so edited and sick of the grimaces I’m no instrument I’m no longer listening

That stalker that lingers in mirrors who keeps you company may say you look lovely, and consign kind remarks. That creep that can't seem to keep his prying eyes off you may conjure a plot to tear you apart.

Oh 'like' me please, treat me nicely seeing as we're alike, we see eye to eye, you're no more bright than me and far less lively, please, you're just light, not life. You're advice won't keep on me.

I won’t live my life through mirrors I won’t hear the messages that they deliver I am resolved too much time in the silver will kill ya

I'm not much, not such a religious man, I haven't found a reason to believe in god just yet. The notion that my thoughts are known & judged by someone else and so I should be good is simply too far fetched. But despite my divine opinion, there's a certain line I keep repeating though it doesn't make much sense. & I acknowledge it's a contradiction to my firm position but it's nice to sing, 'Thank god for Nicolette'.

She goes round and round my head turning the sadness into glad again & I keep her in a string around my leg. I keep my faith, not in a god, but in a place far more safe I keep my faith in you, I've got faith in you, Dear Nicolette.

I've never understood all of the lessons in the bible & I won't uphold the values that it does. Because it justifies hatred and the use of fear as a weapon & then condemns two gentlemen for making love.

If there's a paradise up high, that we'll all get to when we die but they'll only let you in if you're like them.. Then send me down below where all the different people go & I'll make my home next to my dear, dear, dear Nicolette.

She's a fine, fine friend of mine, a face that I can trust. There ain't no famine or no flood up there too powerful for us. Cause we rub shoulders with the poets who aren't afraid to fall in love & then knock knees with divorcees who aren't afraid of giving up. See we've got mistresses in music and expression's in our blood & when she sings, I get convinced that somewhere, someone's making love. She wraps me up in passion, see she fits me like a glove & when I think about my faith, she's the one I'm thinking of. 

She goes round and round my head turning the sadness into glad again & I keep her in a string around my leg. I keep my faith, not in a god, but in a place far more safe I keep my faith in you, I've got faith in you, my dear, dear, dear, dear, Dear Nicolette.

You could live like a minstrel if you sing well pack your soul into a road case Or you could sell it out and mingle with the rich and wrinkled set up camp where the money's made You could turn all your jingles into singles & live a life on the cocaine But I want to keep it simple ditties keep my grin full

I've been bitten by the fever. I'm breaking out so make me a believer I've been bitten by the fever. I'm breaking out so make me a believer.

I'm aware of all the riches that I'm missing, that's why nothing can keep me Well I wanna chase the distance bathe in the sentence of the things I believe I believe in systems I believe in simple pleasures I believe in my sister I believe in the distance I believe in Christmas cause I believe in family dinners. I believe in champagne I believe in cake on your birthday and even when it isn't it I believe in faith I believe in praise But I don't believe in god cause everybody's faith is different. I believe in a first kiss In being earnest I believe in Benny Court I believe in the time in-between when it's raining and when it isn't raining anymore I believe in Oscar Wilde I believe in 'mild' but not as much as I believe in 'spicy' I believe in trying to make a living as a writer even though I know it isn't likely

I've been bitten by the fever. I'm breaking out so make me a believer. I've been bitten by the fever. I'm breaking out so make me a believer.

I believe in my best friend I believe in questions I believe in sitting on a nest egg I believe that sweetness is sometimes pungent look at vanilla essence I believe that the atmosphere that light creates is more romantic than any word, verse or phrase I believe that it's better to be 3 hours too soon than 1 minute too late. I believe in nonsense I believe the strongest of promises come out of mistakes I believe in heart ache I believe that if she had've listened she would have heard my heart break I believe that love is a constant but I prefer lust because it fluctuates I believe I owe my life to the art that I imitate.

I've been bitten by the fever. I'm breaking out so make me a believer. I've been bitten by the fever. I'm breaking out so make me a believer.

Your language is my inheritance it never ends like bubblegum It's a scary thing buried in our messaging, it's troublesome

You turn me into a blaze But you keep your love locked away. You hear me crackling and this is embarrassing but is it too late to change Or are we stuck like this?

I'm tired of unrequited love It's a childish drug like bubblegum It’s a late night curse, cause it gets worse when dusk occurs, so hurry sun

Is it too late to change Invade my space we'd rage, we'd sway but you're stuck in your ways I can wait unafraid we could trade D.N.A such a shame we're the same such a waste of real estate

You turn me into a blaze (Watch me go, I spark you up) But you keep your love locked away. (You can't be too careful these days) You hear me crackling (Yes I do) and this is embarrassing (But just for you) but is it too late to change Or are we stuck like this?

An emergency occurs in me the words you speak are cumbersome Sex and oil up against the wall bet you're flexible like bubblegum

You turn me into a blaze (Watch me go, I spark you up) But you keep your love locked away. (You can't be too careful these days) You hear me crackling (Yes I do) and this is embarrassing (But just for you) but is it too late to change Or are we stuck like this?

Like Bubblegum