Lyrics


Funeral in Berlin

time is up, don’t wake up, iron bridge filthy rich
bite my lip or I might bite your head off
Frankenstein the diamond mine almost blinded
it’s crystal clear there’s no chocolates in the box

filter tip, just a sip, tungsten grip,
low fi, galvanize, check for size
get a job, get a car, fake the daylight
I’d rather stick needles in my eyes

knock me back, knock me out, knock me sideways,
cowboys nuns pulling guns scratch the surface
steel and chrome, get off the phone, chemical foam,
faith and hope but there’s nothing underneath

 

Crellin

Dear Dr. Crellin, I’m so sorry I’ve not written for so long
i’m in the wrong
we, had a deal, had a contract we lost contact lucky sod you are
if that’s what you are

won’t you throw us a bone
now you’re out on your own
but we’re just gorillas in the roses

the orphan got derailed, you’re the nut job through the bus stop
give us a wave, thought it was brave
so sing us a song where the local folks will keep it real and safe
take centre stage

won’t you throw us a bone
now you’re out on your own
but we’re just gorillas in the roses
and I hope you take time to notice

it’s just rock and it’s roll
now you’re out on our own
but we’re just gorillas in the roses
and I hope you take time to notice

 

Penny

Under the plastic and the styrofoam a revolution on your own
hiding when there’s no one looking for you
behind the backdrops and the backwaters there’s only room for the underdog
a battle for the loudest, you said your piece

and if you waited for the madness to stop
we’d be waiting for a thousand years
and if you waited for the penny to drop
we’d be waiting for
years

new we’re stung by the overtones, a straight road to the underclothes
cognacs and corduroys at seven
there’s a popster on a tv show wearing someone’s overalls
must be that difficult third album

and if we waited for the madness to stop
we’d be waiting for a thousand years
and if we waited for the penny to drop
we’d be waiting for

and if we waited for the madness to stop
we’d be waiting for a thousand years
and if we waited for the penny to drop
we’d be waiting for a thousand years

we could be waiting for years and years and years and years

we could be waiting for years

 

Actors

Let us in from the cold
maybe we’ll crack the code
the supple and bespoke
the waifs and strays are in on the joke
there’s no trickle down
no upside to this that I’ve found
let go the CEO, who used an ice pick to move the snow

dishonest yeah and I mean it
more champagne for the actors dear
more vaseline for the screen yeah
more champagne for the atmosphere

black tie battle cries
break the windows throwing stones
and if you had the nerve
you’d do your shopping underground
nostalgic for diesel trains
the soft and the smoke that blew away
hospitality overload
ignore the they might go away

dishonest yeah and I mean it
more champagne for the actors dear
more vaseline for the screen yeah
more champagne for the atmosphere

 

Destroyer

I said ok, you said I think so
past curfew but we’re central
yeah it’s hot down here, no breeze to feel no
we can jump into the next car

if we step outside, might serve us right
no more money and no corruption in sight
we’re out of sight beneath the skyline
and we’ll swerve the reason
we’ll swerve the reason

the flashing sign gives you a halo
and we’re picking out the swingers
the waiter’s eye is on the tv info
we can stay out of the crosstalk

it’s no oversight a swing to the right
the earth keeps spinning and no one stops to help us
we’re half alive and we’ll sing to the night
we’ll swerve the reason
we’ll swerve the reason

if we step outside, might serve us right
no more money and no corruption in sight
we’re out of sight beneath the skyline
and we’ll swerve the reason
we’ll swerve the reason

it’s no oversight a swing to the right
the earth keeps spinning and no one stops to help us
we’re half alive and we’ll sing to the night
we’ll launch the red sail
we’ll launch the red sail
we’ll launch the red sail

 

Concierge

You’re someone who wears the label on the outside
oh oh oh with a cowboys mind
she said it’s my style and it’s what I’m famous for
oh oh oh then I’ll say goodnight

so white the dancers smile I think it’s time
to say goodbye

all the disrepair all the damage done to your hair
slack stained rained on a vultures life

so white the dancers thighs I think it’s time
to say goodbye

thank you for the pack of lies I’m off outside
self obsession with cats eyes won’t make it right
despite the flash of breast and thighs I think it’s time
to say goodbye

 

Brigitta

We thought the power that was sold us, would help us to close in
but someone blew the tyres out, a sharpshooter whose eye was keen

does it matter if I can’t sing
i’ll head down south and pack it in

Brigitta was a fire eater, she breathed out instead of in
the crackle of the horse whip leather, come on i’ll buy you an ice cream

it doesn’t matter if you can’t sing
we’ll head down south and pack it in

it doesn’t matter if you can’t sing

the submarine is going down
and we’re gonna have a party