Hello Meet my imaginary friend I call him god He’s got some really strong opinions on how you should live your life And What choices you should make And if you don’t do what he says Then I’m going to fucking kill you I'm going to fucking kill you

Is the sky falling in, I don’t know I was playing my guitar then the house start shaking I can’t blame any riffs I was making, Certainly not a good vibration Rush out onto the street; devastation Was it an attack by an Alien Nation? Is the sky falling in, I don’t know. Is the sky falling in? Is the sky falling in? Is the sky falling in? Is the sky falling in? Car alarms going ah oh wha oh wha oh wha oh And there’s smoke on the horizon. Am I Going to have to leave my home? Where am I going to go? And can I take my cat with me? Can I take my cat with me? Can I take my cat with me? Is the sky falling in, I don’t know I was playing my guitar then the house start shaking I can’t blame any riffs I was making, Certainly not a good vibration Rush out onto the street; devastation Was it an attack by an Alien Nation? Is the sky falling in, I don’t know.

My mind cascades out of my grasp My shoes are sinking through the path The wind has secrets after dark It whispers them from across the park Red eyes When you open up your mind Be careful what’s inside My eyes are open now I can see The shimmering vibrance of the trees The glowing brightness of the snow The pits into the depths below Red eyes When you open up your mind Be careful what’s inside When you open up your mind Be kind Be good to your head

I don’t know a lot about my neighbours I don’t know what my neighbours like to do… I guess we like to keep ourselves to ourselves. It’s oh so civilised in the cul-de-sac I like to sit and have a beer in my garden I think my neighbours like their gardens too. Sometimes I might say hi to my neighbours. It’s oh so civilised in the cul-de-sac I’ve got a problem with my neighbours Because every single fucken day this week They’ve been spraying shit with their K’ARCHER Pressure washer And it’s making my garden dusty And it’s making my bins all dusty And it’s making my beer all dusty And it’s making my cat all dusty

I get sad when you get sad I get scared when you get scared I spent the whole night wide awake just hoping that you cared. But if you came to me tomorrow and told me this was it, then that would be quite shit. That would be quite shit. I think I know what’s brought this on, cause you’ve been really rather stressed… I’ll tell you not to worry and that you’ll succeed if you just try your best. But if you came to me tomorrow and told me this was it then that would be quite shit. That would be quite shit. I know that I could have been better But now it’s up to me to try to be the man that you need me to be….. I get sad when you get sad and I get scared when you get scared. I’ve spent the whole night wide awake just hoping that you cared. But if you came to me tomorrow and told me this was it then that would be quite shit. That would be quite, that would be quite, that would be quite shit…

like trying to catch a humpback whale (in a butterfly net) or a seagull attempting to fly (with broken wings) I stand with my nose squashed up against a brick wall Intent on progression The impossible task that plagues my mind becomes my obsession and though the world around me is beautiful and wonderful my ambition is total like a group of plane crash survivors (waiting for rescue) or a sick man (preparing for surgery) I hope answers are coming that will aid me in resuming progression The impossible task that lives in my head is still my obsession and though the world around me is beautiful and wonderful my ambition is total im syndical and miserable consumed by ambition its hard to see the world through the thickness of the haze and to ignore the sounds of all the rats running the maze as i contemplate the lives we would live outside of these lost days The more things change the more they stay the same

Steak cut or crinkled, for pommes de frites, Even for wedges or dauphinoise too Make sure your using a floury potato cos waxy ones won’t do… Russets are great for a nice fluffy middle and roosters are so versatile But you’d better use the king of potatoes if you want to make Nigel smile… Deep fry, them twice. To make them nice x2 Cook at 140 for around two minutes, then take out and turn up the heat. Get the fryer up to 185 cos that’s perfect for browning the frites He likes to serve them with home-made béarnais, But for me salt and sauce works just fine Why not have a go at making your own sauce, if you think that you have the time? NIGEL SLATER

It’s not that I don’t want to write a song for you I just don’t always have the way with words that I would like to But I know that when I see your face, all the words just fall right into place I could spend all day all evening staring at the page I could read the dictionary without finding out how to say That all I really need to be Is to have you sitting next to me But I get nervous when I’m looking for the words I get nervous, I’m case it sounds absurd I want to write the song with lovely words and rhymes to make you smile a thousand times So I apologise that it took so long to say Through the medium of song that I love you every day I hope these words help me portray that I love you in every way But I get nervous when I’m looking for the words I get nervous, I’m case it sounds absurd I want to write the song with lovely words and rhymes to make you smile a thousand times I want to write the songs that let you know, I’m never gonna let you go How do I go about to find the words to tell you that I'm sorry I never meant to crush you with those grody words I flapped at you I never meant to be undiplomatic I never should've flipped into a frenzy Words potentially sabotage the psyche So be sure to always choose them very carefully But I get nervous when I’m looking for the words I get nervous, I’m case it sounds absurd I want to write the song with lovely words and rhymes to make you smile a thousand times I want to write the song that make you see, You’re the only one for me I want to write the songs that let you know, I’m never gonna let you go

The clock's forever ticking yet still time's running out. There's always new beginnings though all beginnings have an end. Living in the moment though still scared what lies ahead. Life's full of contradictions so why bother question anything? We're searching for the answers to the questions we can't comprehend. What's the meaning of existing? What's the point in asking questions? Everyone wants to find themselves but are looking in the wrong places. Just be happy and content with the love that we have for one another. Life is unpredictable; anything could change. Don't take loved ones for granted, you never know when they could be gone. You could be left wondering if you had done things differently but in the end, it's just the way it is... then you have to accept that the moment's gone and you can't rewrite the past. A life without regrets would sure be nice but it's implausible. The fragility, it gets to me but in the end that's it. You then cease to exist... cos in the end that's it. It's a tired cliché; it sounds so passé but love, not hate will satisfy us till our demise. I have all the love for all my friends and family. Searching for some deeper meaning then it stares you in the face; The love that we share for one another in the end is the only thing that matters. Don't let it slip; don't let it get you by because without love there's only death. Life is unpredictable; anything could change. Don't take loved ones for granted, you never know when they could be gone. You could be left wondering if you had done things differently but in the end, it's just the way it is... then you'll have to accept that the moment's gone and you can't rewrite the past. A life without regrets would sure be nice but implausible. The fragility, it gets to me but in the end that's it. You then cease to exist... cos in the end that's it. It's a tired cliché; it sounds so passé but love, not hate will satisfy us till our demise.

Thank you for listening Recently I’ve been struggling I have no one left to confide in And it would really help to talk Fixtured, between the walls, floor and ceiling, I know, the lying down won’t solve this mystery, Curled up but, stealing every inch of space, Why won’t my, problems square up face to face I’m running out (x7) I’m running out I’m running out of steam to get there I’m running out Sinking right down into my self Pictured, swimming up the source of my despise, Feeling, like my days are lived out in disguise, Peaking out from, hidden from within the curtain, Seeking some, resolutions for only yet again. I’m running out (x7) I’m running out I’m running out of room to care, I’m running out, Sinking down into my Selfish coping mechanisms Altered circadian rhythm Comatose days and sleepless nights I’m running out of momentum I’m running out of longevity I’m running out of Turkish delight I’m running out of ways to tell you I’m running out of ways to kid myself That everything is gonna be alright