White Noise Bryan Ferry 2025 It's too hot to run Better to lie in wait Cool water from the machine and at the press of a button tapes from home In a week I submit fifty articles and where are they now? Adrift That's all my nights fractured with a foreign pulse The kick of adrenaline Limitless breath mints
To all my students I say the same Nothing is planned but things happen Stories write themselves and if it doesn't fit It never will
The fan's plugged in I'm tired in a collar again With the click push of a pencil I've erased seasonal breaks Winter is slimmer There's the unaddressed lust for a long weekend that I'll pause over Sleep Says the dog Gnawing at the back pages of today's paper Set her on a room of experts in their field and she will find the duds
The river's low and it's so early the billboards are still lit Bins are piled high with bags from other bins There's a bleed I turn in the bed We're going to have to start tightening the taps Tying up the live wires and cutting the white noise out