Souffle - Jam Baxter

Yeah yeah… Yeah I’ve seen you change…

Yeah.

Yeah I’ve seen you change…

Yeah.

Yeah I’ve seen you change.

Flicking off beetles

That eat through brains like sweet soufflés

Yeah I’ve seen you change.

Took a trolley full of tablets

And every wooden actress to keep you sane

His face flashed purple with beetroot rage

Every pore in his speckled skin leaks loose change

I was scream proof.

They sat in a selection of cheap suits

A pack of wild children that got the whole street spooked

I arrived by bus with a bag in hand

I saw my state of mind mirrored in the traffic jams

Saw them chewing through the air with their jagged fangs

Wolf skin jacket zipped tightly round rabid lambs

Damn.

This bitch went mental

Drew me as her savour with a crooked lead pencil

She went back to printing out blank white business cards

Accompanied devoid of any credible credentials

I have never seen a man sit as still as you

That’s a weird breed of silence to listen to… yeah

Some freaks, never twitch, never flinch

An obese woman holding up the dinner queue

Glue your hand to the horn, and your foot to the break

Wait.

They were too shook to escape, now wait

His past hopped out the driving seat and

Stuck him with an iron right hook to the face

Slipping life’s underground.

Back seat, London bound

Eyes like two tiny mushroom clouds

And when your feet rarely touch the ground

What’s a sleepless night, or a couple hundred pounds?

I mean… I’d rather hover the nurse’s snapped ankle

Plus… I’ve got to boot this bird’s a damn handful

I left town semi submerged in mad scandal

A dynamite fuse in a burning wax candle

Proud pickled human in a can

With these capsules and chemical infusions in my hand

Bare people speed across town in stolen tucks to view

The sheer lack of movement in the man

Damn.

It would seem your still as stagnant and not the same

…Shit that’s a lot of rain

It’s been a while I heard you’ve gone insane

I was busy arguing with what’s her name

I have never seen a man sit as still as you

That’s a weird breed of silence to listen to… yeah

Some freaks, never twitch, never flinch

An obese woman holding up the dinner queue

Glue your hand to the horn, and your foot to the break

Wait.

Ever to shook to escape, now wait

His past hopped out the driving seat and

Stuck him with an iron right hook to the face

…Yeah I’ve seen you change…