Cloud Throne from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

CLOUD THRONE

God is watching from above on his cloud throne make me feel no good as I lay here on my bed watching Netflix or HBO. And God what did you have in mind for me? Am I letting you down watching too much TV? (Spectacularly). And God what did you have in mind for me? Am I letting you down watching too much TV? And God, I know I see you there. You are omnipresent in your underwear. And God, with a twig of rosemary, sat on your throne made of clouds. Tell me what I am to do, and I’ll do it but until then you can listen to me from your cloud throne. You can listen to me; you can hear me at home. You can watch me watching TV or HBO. You can shake your head or waggle your finger at me. You can say: What did I do wasting my time with her? Why did I make her real? Why did I send her down to Earth? Why did I give her a chance? She does nothing for me, just lays there 24 hours.
God, I’m sorry I’m here. I need to get up, get dressed, get real, and do something. There must be a reason that you put me here. There must be a reason that you put me here. There must be a reason that you put me here. There must be a reason why can’t you tell it to me?

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow