Bob Geldof

Say what you want Stuffed air, muggy, thunderous July Snatches of human drum 'n' bass rolling by Noise intrudes into my interesting mood Over half-read books And half-eaten food Upstairs they're staging the usual riot But I'd prefer it to the silence

Pale white girls Look for love Pale white bodies Stretch for love Scratching the flesh Scraping of bones Limbs that are trembling babe For something to hold Languid and liquid Well maybe I'll stay Marbled and ghostly girls Take me away Your mouth on