jimmyzerowe-blog

[jimmyzerowe-blog]

number 0. no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0. "figures from zero to nine"

1. adjust (an instrument) to zero. "zero the counter when the tape has rewound" synonyms: return to nought, return to zero, adjust to zero point "zero the counter at the end point of the tape" 2. set the sights of (a gun) for firing. "the rifle had been zeroed at an elevation of 200"

easy

easy ˈiːzi/ adjective 1. achieved without great effort; presenting few difficulties.

2. (of a period of time or way of life) free from worries or problems.

"promises of an easy life in the New World"

3. be careful.

"easy, girl—you'll knock me over!"

it’s all about you always but always is fineThere’s nothing anybody could sayto change my mindit's easy for you and i tofor you and to get oni've nobody left to lie toi am so delusionaland every time you'd undresswell i guess it would bebe easily the bestscene i'd ever seenbut this just isn't me talking oh so I betta leave ‘cause 3am in the morningstill means something to meso we could talk we could meet upand then we could beliving in lovelike everyone doesfor everyone but meit all appears to be so easyit all appears to meit all appears to be so easyshe said ‘whether you're a prophetor full of shit i don't know’me, i’m forever getting off withthe prospect of being both

fucking submarine

in the town where I was born

in the steel and the steam 

are lands of lullabies

with open ocean in-between

where we never see the sun

we’re dressed in black for pretty

green

and so we cry beneath the waves

with only engine smoke to breath

and each and every one of us has

all that we need

we live a life of                          ease

but there’s no escape down here

this deep

‘cause we live in a    

fucking submarine

We all live in a

 fucking

submarine

And all our friends are fucking

bored

Many more of them are in accord

And the band fades away, ooh baby

and each and every one of us has

all that we need

we live a life of ease

but there’s no escape down here

this deep

‘cause we live in a fucking submarine

We all live in a fucking

submarine

Sharks

Sitting on my own

Trying to read a paper

but I just let it pass me by

lying on the lawn

I wanna be a stargazer

But I'm afraid of the night sky

I'm living in the dark

I never turn the page

and swimming are the stars

In the clouds and the haze

so before I go, let me know

it all will be ok

cause I wanna swim away

Yeah I wanna swim away

 Now I'm staring at my phone

wondering bout the weather

But I don't wanna look outside

I'll be blue alone

and we can be red together

offending each other to pass the time

Like a diver in the dark

Through bars in the cage

I see the sharks

Who gotta swim or suffocate

So before I go let me know

It all will be ok

If I go and swim away

yeah I wanna swim away

Heart Away

Can’t you see nobody loves me like I do?

I am just not one on who to depend

Don't you know I've got too much to loose

To take a train up and visit on the weekend

he said I’ll be waiting for you

he said I’ll be waiting for you to say

There is no time to say things I said yesterday

So if you don’t mind can I give my heart away?

How can we learn to live with each other

In a world where it all comes back to you

forget how to love her  

start to share your heart true

he said when ever you doThere is no time to say things I said yesterday

So if you don’t mind can I give my heart away?

littleboyblue

forget two faces

you’ll need a few

everyones a hero

no villain in you

there’s nothing you cannot do

If you’re human you can be as true

as the sky is grey

Or your favourite shade of blue

but every time I hold back the tears in my eyes

and every time I fall back and settle for lies

It's because I wanna to feel good sleeping on you

So am I just a little boy little boy blue ?

Who when he's old and grey

and everything he ever bothered to say

is floating in ones and zeroes too

we'll call him a hero

cause that's what villains do

little boy blue

little boy blue

the painter slowly going blind

I am the fisherman who never left his home

And with his father they together built a boat

I am the women who did turn a hundred twice

I am the painter slowly going blind

I'm working nights collecting broken cameras teaching chemistry and in the garden watching birds I am the painter with his body in the trees So Let me tell you where in the world I’ve been

I am the builder who long ago got high So I saw 2001 five different times I was young on the Atlantic I went to sea Now I'm cast out because we disagree

I drove the buses and I smoked the cigarettes And I drink until there is nothing to drink left In the winding lanes and in the fields of dark we are a five minute walk apart

Under my mountain are the terraces of grey bouncing a football off the curb for a game to play I’m walking down the hill and on past the old school safe inside the old harbour walls

We are the fisherman who never left our home And with our father we together built a boat We can be the people who will turn a hundred twice But we are the painter slowly going blind