Fish - Blind Curve lyrics
1) vocal under a bloodlight
Last night you said I was colduntouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be freeI'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts.
Just a runawayjust a runaway
I'm saving myself.
2) passing strangers
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moanheld on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
So now we're passing strangersat single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers.
And the twinkling liesall those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.
3) mylo
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 infamythe edge of insanity
Another holiday innanother temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
'talk to mewon'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
WastedI've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk.
There's a presence here.
I feel could have been ancient
I could have been mystical
There's a presence
A childhoodmy childhood
My childhoodchildhooda misplaced childhood
My childhooda misplaced childhood
Give it back to megive it back to me.
A childhoodthat childhoodthat childhood
That childhoodthat childhood
Oh please give it back to me.
5) threshold
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 careI can't take any more
Should we say goodbye? hey
I see priestspoliticians
The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalmthis is no vietnam
I can't take any moreshould we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised...
