Give - Sound of Rum

Give me strength, give me reason

Five me face, give me feelings

Give me breathing space, give me ceilings stared at wondering when you’re

leaving

Give me softness, give me seasons changing

Give me freezing hands in pockets.

Needing hands but your hands never hold back

Still, I don’t hold back

Give me something, give me nothing

Give me stature, give me calling

Give me kisses falling down like pouring rain but it’s all in vain

Give me one more morning

Give me something good that don’t get boring

Y’know, like flesh for adoring, breath for the drawing, booze for the pouring

Pause — Applauding…

Give me sanction, give me closure

Give me back my life, give over

Give me a body that doesn’t hurt and a mind that isn’t about to desert me

Give me 30 fags and a dirty bag of drugs and a drink — I’m thirsty

Give me a minute and I’ll make an excuse for doing them things that hurt me

Give me the crowd, now sit and observe me

Give me the mic and tell me they heard me

Give me a driver to swerve me about when the day is too short and my heart

falls out of its fortress

Give me them trumpets, give me them torches burning, give me concern

Give me nauseas gurning faces and them lessons I can’t learn

Look, I give it all when I’m giving

I give it all when I know that I am living

I give heart, I give love, I give blood and guts but I don’t give up

Give what you get.

I can live with regret.

I’ll give it all night;

Don’t stay too long though

Give me a smile, we can kiss for a while — I will fall in love with you after

you’ve gone though

That’s the truth of it

The beauty and brute of it

It’s the absolute of it, which is a shame

Give me a morning I wake up and don’t feel sick and regretful, headful of shame

I reach for a pencil try and explain what can’t be explained

Ah, just give me the same as what she’s having

She looks happy, she looks carefree —

Oh no, wait a minute she looks scary, and she looks like she can’t bear me.

Ah

Give me water then, give me sleep, give me food to eat that doesn’t make me weak

Nah, fuck that just give me a box of wine, coz every face is yours but your

face ain’t mine

I need to get stern with myself.

I got high hopes.

I got wet eyes and a dry

throat and a whole heap of rhymes that I wrote

A whole heap of rhymes that I wrote, that I wrote

I need to get stern with myself, I got high hopes

A whole heap of rhymes that I wrote, that I wrote

Give me time- oh no, shit give me people to talk to

I’m going mad, weak willed, keep still, breathe very quietly

I need recovery, somebody cuddle me.

Give me time on my own, no shit

Give me people to talk to coz I’m going mad and I’m weak willed.

Keep still breathe very quietly

I need recovery.

Look, I’ve been awake all night just writing

Sick of myself but still fighting the urge to get rid of myself,

so exposed that I’ve hidden myself

I can’t feel myself, look I’ve been awake all night just writing

Sick of myself fighting the urge to get rid of myself, I can’t stop giving

myself a hard time

Can’t stop giving.

Can’t stop taking

I get lost in a give-take

Sunrise, your eyes are a cliff face, I fall off every morning

I’m appalling, calm me down, give me kind words, put your arms around me,

your heartbeat drowned mine out since you found me

Give me some space.

No. Come here crowd me

I need time on my own, oh no- I need people.

Your heartbeat drowned mine out

since you found me

I NEED TIME ON MY OWN, oh no- I need people, so give me some space

Give me some space

Heartbeat drowned mine out since you found me

So give me some space, give me some space

Give me some space, give me some space

Give me some…

Come here!