I’m Not Ian Curtis

He fancies he has a sharpened mind
He observes a lot but his sun won’t shine
He stays in bed it’s the first of May
In his northern town and his mind’s away
She says hey, nothings going to hurt us
Hey you’re not Ian Curtis
The industrial sky is metal grey
The post war council flats decay
The homeless squat in a roofless room
And it’s already half to one in the afternoon
She says hey, nothings going to hurt us
Hey you’re not Ian Curtis
His head fills fast with thoughts to say
His pen scribbles dystopian pain
He’s never held a job he likes
He’s disconnected but he’s full of fight
The radio is never on
But he daydreams of his favourite songs
He jots down thoughts before they’re gone
He casts himself in so many tormented songs
She says hey, nothings going to hurt us
Hey you’re not Ian Curtis
Hey, nothings going to hurt us
Hey you’re not Ian Curtis
She said hey, nothings going to hurt us
Nothings going to hurt us, nothings going to hurt us

Written by G Pappas for Alien Skin.
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