After The Glitter Fades.

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each chapter is named after the song that inspired it - includes how 'The Tears' was written.

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The Tears – Robots In Disguise

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The Tears – Robots In Disguise

why that song was really written…

When I woke up an hour or so later, my head and heart still thumping insanely, Dee was dressed, standing and staring out the window, smoking. This was weird, not least of all because she didn’t smoke. But Noel did, so I could see the appeal at that moment. I pulled on the nearest shirt and went to stand beside her. We stood in silence for what seemed like hours, her head leaning on my shoulder. I could feel her shivering, but I doubt it was from the cold. Finally the sorrow-filled silence was cracked. “I know you love him too.” she whispered hoarsely into my shoulder.

I wasn’t surprised. Nothing could have made me feel a thing at that moment. I sighed.

“S’pretty obvious then?”

“Yeah, neither of us is that subtle.” I smiled briefly, then paused.

“He knows.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm. Had a wank over him earlier today and he knew immediately. How could he not get something as big as love?”

Tears began to form in her eyes as she stared blindly out the window at the moon. The moon. Just another fucking reminder of him. There was another long pause.

“He’ll fuck you up, you know. He’ll really hurt you.” The tears began tumbling down her face.

“You’ll be his slave.” she whispered. I turned to her.

“I already am.”

We spoke until dawn, about our fear of him with anyone else, the pain and panic of hearing the tabloid rumours, the things that he never said, but always showed in his looks. Jealousy, fear, love, pain. Him. We talked about what had happened that night and why – how fantasy was shattered by harsh reality as we came.

By the end of the night, I was sitting on the bed with my guitar, while Dee stood at the window. We had been scribbling down words furiously as a song formed in our heads.

Fear of an enemy,
A hand to a face.
Words I overhear.
Stop starting histories!
A code in a look.
What’s that number?
What’s that number?

Red light, panic, terror! Error! Error!
I’ll cut her from ear to ear.

Blue funk, panic, terror! Error! Error!
I’ll cut her, I’ll cut her, I’ll cut her, cut her, cut her, cut her!

Crazed by my make believe,
A tongue down her throat,
The grip on your arse.
Tales that you tell to me,
A touch of your nose,
Why did you stammer?
Why did you stammer?

Red light, panic, terror! Error! Error!
I’ll cut you from ear to ear!
Blue funk, panic, terror! Error! Error!
I’ll cut you, I’ll cut you, I’ll cut you, cut you, cut you, cut you!

I am your slave, got to taste
The tears, the tears, the tears!
I am your slave, got to taste!

I am your slave, got to taste
The tears, the tears, the tears!
I am your slave, got to taste!

Red light, panic, terror! Error! Error!
I’ll cut you, I’ll cut you, I’ll cut you, cut you, cut you, cut you!

I am your slave, got to taste
The tears, the tears, the tears!
I am your slave, got to taste!

I am your slave, got to taste
The tears, the tears, the tears!
I am your slave, got to taste!