A song I made for a uni project. The fake band is called Northumberland Avenue.

Lyrics as follows:

==Verse 1==

You broke his 'art, I heard it.
It sounded like an achilles tendon
breaking...in a squash match,

You broke his 'art, I smelt it.
It smelt like a rainforest,
burning inside us all.

You broke his 'art, I tasted it.
It tasted like burnt toast.
Dry and overcooked.

You broke his 'art, I felt it.
like tremors in the earf,
before they evolved in the sequels.

You broke his 'art, I saw it.
so lonely, so empty, in a sea, not knowing there are uvva fish.

==Chorus-ish==

Next time I guess,
I do suggest,
that you say yes.

At least give the dignity,
of telling he in person,
over the radio, is so imperson-al

==Verse 2==

You burnt his steak, I ate it.
what was to be rare,
came in, overdone.

You curdled his milk, I drank it
lumpy it was,
and hard to digest,

You dropped his cake, I picked it up
It was difficult,
and unfulfilling

You undercooked his steak, I ate it again,
It was risky,
and you might of killed me.

You poisoned the whole meal,
whether it was rare or lumpy, dropped or undercooked
it was still a hard act to swallow.

==End bit==

Next time, I guess my observation
is to get an occupation
that isn't a platform for such, humiliation (break down and cry)