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Secondhand Daylight (1979)
1979
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The Thin Air
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It's always raining over the border
there's been a plane crash out there
in the wheatfields
they're picking up the pieces
we could go and look
and stare

How many friends have we over there?
the border guards fight unconvincingly
whatever we do
it seems things are arranged
we always have to feed the enemy

You could dance for me
and punch me through
dance for me

We watched them trash thee last camera
glued to all our TV's
the actors on the replay
trying again to touch you and me

But they always seem to know
exactly what they're talking about
now they've got you in a corner
you've got no room to move
you've got no room for doubt
that's exactly what they're talking about
now they're got you in a corner
no room to move
no room for doubt

. . .


I brought your face down on my head
it was something I rehearsed in a dream
you're too good looking far your own damn good
and you don't know what it could mean

You've got me dying of thirst in the meantime
it even hurts when I scream
you've got me drowning and still in the meantime
you don't know what it could mean

Because in my drunken stupor
I've got to admire your ingenuity
and nod my head so wisely
to the rhythm of your cruelty

You're oh so anguished now

you've got me dying ...

Because you want to have your price
and something you could hold your faith up to
I don't know how to tell you this
But you've got it coming all the way to you

You don't know ...

. . .


I enter the room
confident enough
for now I tread
a straight and narrow way
so I sleep soundly
a little blue in the face
cut-out shapes
in secondhand daylight

Somewhere else
something else
on my mind

She's caressing me
with the hidden hands
of the only kind of violence
she thinks I'll understand
we've got them dancing
to all of our confessions
they don't know how
we rehearse our dreams

Somewhere else ...
I just get numb
when you're hard to find

We met at a psychiatric unit
she was in for having habits
no one else would try
she didn't know what she was in control of
she had all the advantages of magic
no one could deny

There was an old lady
who swallowed a fly
your inescapable mother
such a crazy lover

I just get numb ...

Find out
you'll find out

. . .


You put me in the pictures
in the pictures in which my head is swimming
you were made for life
you're lost to the world
very transparent, very selfish
beautiful powerful careless women
watch it

My body screams yes
my mind just keeps its peace
clam up, calm down

We embrace during the journey
such a short ride in a borrowed car
the time is ripe for getting things right
at a very reminiscent temperature
watch it

My body screams ...

. . .


I wanted your heart
for the last time
I want to be in your bed
I want your words
to colour all that's been said
"I will love you when the devil is blind"
I wanted your heart
you didn't want mine

This is as close as I get
as I ever get
falling for things
I never thought
I'd find myself
falling for
as close as I get
Old ladies on the pavement
in the dense and empty hours
all as hard as nails
and brittle as pressed flowers
I was cold at an equally cold place
a cigarette between the flame and my face
you were laughing
like the goon squad in my heart

This is as close ...

I wanted your heart

What do you think about
what I think about!
truths that are lies
when you spell them out
don't worry
don't betray the slightest emotion
yes I know
it's a separate emotion
As close as I get

. . .

The Thin Air

[No lyrics]

. . .


Back to nature
I can't go on like this
I want to walk where the power is
back to nature
I don't know where to start
back to nature
I don't have that kind of heart

Back to nature
back to somewhere else
back to nature
and right back on top of yourself
back to nature
I've got to look down
see where I am
or just hit the ground

And I'm telling you
I know what you've been going through
in my heart of hearts
when I was here
and you were there
nothing was between us

We're up in the air
we're down on the ground

Here are your friends again
inching in the bedroom door
ah they wont to touch me
and you show me their hands
how warm and soft and foreign they are
Cubans in surgical gloves
one on top of two an top of three
well I've got more than you
Back to nature
the voyeur will realise
this is not a sight for his sore eyes
back to nature
getting back at you
I couldn't act naturally if I wanted to

Back to nature
a trip that I can't take
people are thinking
that they've dreamed of this place
back to nature
it was somewhere else
back to nature
right back on top of yourself

And I'm telling you
I know what you've been going through
in my heart of hearts
when I was here
and you were there
nothing was between us

We're up in the air ...

. . .


Here is the love of your life
once again. once again
she fits the part
she fills the space
she'll never ever be out of place
she's got it all with her saintly face
another sick monkey
with a saintly face

Here is the lie of the land
once again, once again
you squeeze yourself
out of your thin inner world
you squeeze yourself
into the big wide world
it's all in the hands
of your very best friends
it's good to agree
with the good guys again

You win some
then you lose some
put it out of your mind
you should look at me

So tell me your troubles again
and again and again
tell yourself not to do it again
and again and again

You want to touch me
show me your hands
you'd better believe that I understand

. . .


Thunder shook loose hail
on the outhouse again
today I bumped into you again
I have no idea what you want
but there was something I meant to say

As the day stops dead
at the place where we're lost
I will drug you and fuck you
on the permafrost

There's not much that I miss
I'm far too forgetful for that
sugar's sweet some of the time
it's hard to keep some things in mind

As the day stops dead ...

. . .


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