Broken Homes

It’s all been said now, we’re all from broken homes.
The seasons never change in this suburban town.
Couldn’t leave you tales to tell.

What’s been said you never said, you never left your home.
I slept whilst you destroyed yourself another time.
If I left you tales to tell.

Another weekend, another problem, better things to do.
And when your look is on the wane, wait until tomorrow,
what you should get done today.
And when the pleasure turns to pain, wait until tomorrow
what you should get done today.

These things you said so, they all mean much to me.
The meanings are the same, in this, your charming way.
Couldn’t leave you, tales to tell.

I should be letting you know, thank you for bringing to show.
This time tomorrow they’ll be up and running scared.
So now it’s over, you're tired of falling down.
The witch hunt always led to here, one could never doubt.
Couldn’t leave you tales to tell.

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Trouble

You bring me trouble, oh so much trouble,
now we’re in trouble -- makes me lose my page.
Could there be a harder way?

A loving couple, I’ve blown your cover,
drawn to the camera like a moth to the flame.
I can’t excuse your fickle ways.

Now you're starting over, but you're getting older.

Oh you’re a singer, was once a sinner,.
Oh it’s so simple - daddy make me a star.
It wasn’t much to our surprise.

Now you're starting over, but you’re getting older.

ON and ON and on and on you drone
up and down and round the block you go on about you.

I’m getting weary, so very tired.
But now you’re wired in your amusing way.
It takes a fool to play the fools.

A lucid moment, that’s not too often.
Best not to offer help to a stray.
This song could last for days..

Now you're starting over, but you’re getting older.

ON and ON and on and on you drone
up and down and round the block you go on about you.

                                               ***

Sparkling Bootz

Told you once, I must have told you twice or more,
but I know these eyes of yours don’t listen.
Upon a throne you sit in sparkling boots, now my love.
But I know these eyes of yours don’t listen.

Another day, another fool to frown upon.
But these years, these years, they seem to miss you.

Don’t mean to bore you, if so I could ignore you, so please…

Four and twenty reasons to be gone my love,
but I know these reasons will be broken.
So a tangled web we weave unspoken but,
but I feel your eyes they give me nothing

Don’t mean to bore you, if so I could ignore you so please…..
the worst you could do is to suck it and see and seal your fate...
Adam Ficek
Roses Kings Castles – the music, the concept – always existed, but has only been born of
late. The music: a cobblestone bridge lying somewhere between the pastoral warmth of Belle
& Sebastian and the suburban, quixotic pop of Syd Barrett. The concept: an all inclusive, care
in the community, musical workshop of evolving ideas. Directionally guided by sole member
Adam Ficek, the project first came to fruition during intervals within first love, Babyshambles.
Thus began the perfect platform to air and share the artist’s songs and melodies. . . Audible
samples of his work can be found at
http://www.myspace.com/roseskingscastles
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