Slummin' It For The Weekend - Karl Hyde
What are you doing tonight
I'm out and I'm riding this train
I've got a ragged plum-voiced blonde
Across the aisle
Puts her mum down to her friends
Sweetly drops expletives into conversation
Boasting indiscretions in alleys she loves
Spent all my money on drink and anecdotes
She's saying
He's trying to act love is trying to act delinquent
The stone is singing
Sparkles on the gutters of hackney
Down on me
And the canals
Are the sweetest cut of all
Deep and grey light blue snakes like bruises
And the weeds explode like dreadlocks
Turning architecture to dust
I haven't changed she said
I feel so dirty I see resurrection
Dripping down the walls of tunnels
As we pull into the station
It's a divided nation
What are you doing tonight
It's so good it's so good
She says throwing back her head
I just can't enjoy tonight
I want some more
Did you see that guy
He had his phase simply micro she says
In a horsey accent she found in an alley
What are you doing tonight
What are you doing now
What are you doing tonight
What are you doing now
What are you doing tonight
Slumming it for the weekend
Slumming it for the weekend
What are you doing tonight
What are you doing tonight