Washing Machine

Feb 2000 annA rydeR© Copyright Control
Piano (Fm)

One of them’s hiding bottles in the washing machine
The other knows it’s happening and thinks it’s obscene
Each pretends the other doesn’t know what has been going on
And it’s a long, long story in between

One of them’s heart is broken, the other’s heart is stone
They live together but truly live alone
The cold they feel cuts deeper than the bone
No-one speaks about it but it’s widely known

LIFE ISN’T LIKE A WASHING MACHINE
PUT YOUR LIES IN DIRTY THEY DON’T COME OUT CLEAN

Undo the screws, look inside your head
You’ll find a place no-one dares to tread
Under the flowerpots behind the shed
Tucked into the mattress of their very own bed

Empty the lemonade replace it with gin
Crawl into a burrow no-one else can get in
Store up pleasure in the bottom of a bin
Hope that no-one presses the button reading ‘spin’

LIFE…

Inside the bicycle saddle bag
In an unused cupboard wrapped in a rag
Conceal the loved and hated swag
Makes one despised, the other the nag

Both of them concluding the other is mad
How could you let things get so bad
You’ve even made the child sad
If one goes now will the other be glad

LIFE…

Recording: Track 8 Paper Girl