by James Hall

Created on: November 09, 2010

‘light’s out in the scared land’

Sweet Jesus there’s a run for the night, soak in slick and gritty girls avert your eyes for fear of a shared thrill. Streets all sun barren dust in day come up and breathe through neon lights, smash apart what’s expected as your daily prayer lingers in the distance of that fag ash you coolly shake off, gotta keep it dangerously sexy after all.

(They’ll not know I’m the sultry queen if I move under this moonlight show.)

Jazz colour is kicking the club to a frenzy and the d.j is mixing your dreams tonight so rest behind shadowed veils if you dare. This party is eye contact and possibility, this place is a safehouse of desire, come a little closer and tread the dancefloor in bare feet won’t you princess cause your wear is far too thought-out for these easy hours.

(I’m out for a fix of rebellion so watch me sparkle with free as Arabian city streets bleed with my true colours.)

Tear at your religious garments and blink those eyes of your history, thrown to the wolves, oh the way you mingle with the lads of shades and v.i.p gloss.

Pretty lady, oh pretty lady, these parts are not so nice. Yet you always loved most those places in which you did not belong.

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