|Il testo della canzone Blind Curve
di Fish |
1) Vocal Under A Bloodlight
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runaway, just a runaway,
I'm saving myself.
2) Passing Strangers
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over,
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers.
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies,
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down,
And we sat and cried on the phone
I never felt so alone,
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home,
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone,
'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
and he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy.
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door,
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
4) Perimeter Walk
It would be incredible if we could
Retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
There's a presence here.
I feel could have been ancient,
I could have been mystical
There's a presence,
A childhood, my childhood,
My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood,
My childhood, a misplaced childhood,
Give it back to me, give it back to me.
A childhood, that childhood, that childhood,
that childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it back to me.
I saw a war widow in a launderette,
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories,
Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares,
Destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more
Should we say goodbye? Hey
I see priests, politicians
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands,
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
I can't take any more, should we say goodbye,
How can we justify?
They call us civilised