| These
Songs Mean Nothing (1998) |
WASH
THE RAY
Wash
the ray
Clean it up with your tongue
Pray for rain
Tomorrow never knows
Stay with me
Be my storm
Ride the wind
And
when I tell you "let it all out"
You say you're feeling something you can't explain
And when there's too much boredom under the sun...
Wash
the ray...
BIG
BELLY BAND
We are
the big belly band
Carrying the world in our guts
We have thrown away our jeans
We haven't seen our knees for years
We've got a quiet life to lead
Sometimes we can't hardly stand
'Cause we're the big belly band
And we'll drink beer forever more
Forever more
RUSTY
BUTTERFLY
Ah,
she's moving fast, she's flying over me
With her beautiful lies, with her small brown wings
of rusty butterfly
LYING
IN THE FIELD OF MARS
And
I'm lying in the Field of Mars watching the clouds
And I'm thinking of the day, years ago,
When we laughed on the shore
Everything in the air
Seemed to say "farewell"
But a
minute is a day or a life with my back on the grass
And your memory liquify like a floe
When the wind starts to blow
I don't have a repproach
When the rain falls
And
I'm lying in the Field of Mars watching the clouds
EVERYBODY
WANTS MY MONEY
I was
lying in the back of my green car
Drinking two or three glasses of wine
When a fucking asshole came out of nowhere
With a book of tickets saying "This parking is
mine"
I was
sitting on a chair at the seaside
Asking for some answers to the wild wind
When I saw a coastguard coming directly
With an open hand and a fucking expression of greed
Everybody
wants my money
And I'll give it to them perhaps in another life
I was
standing in the middle of the city
Wasting all the hours of a blue day
When a civil servant imposed a fine on me
And screaming like a raven carried on his way
Don't
you think it's free
Because this world has its rules
Yes, it's true
(This world has its rules)
You know that it's true)
(Although it seems cruel)
Everybody
wants my money...
A
DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
If I
could tell you what I see in a dream within a dream
It is almost like to be in a wild distant sea
Oh, pretty things giving out a gentle breeze!
But I
still don't know what's the buzz I'm hearing
Flapping their purple wings there are little floating
things
Old
bright airplanes rise and fly piloted by pigheaded
men
They cross the pink clouds and point at the sky
leaving their track everywhere
Silver coloured air is so difficult to breathe!
If I
could tell you the way I feel in a dream within a
dream
ELECTRIC
GLUE
Gimme
your electric glue, I wanna fix myself
Gimme your electric glue, I gotta fix myself
You know I am a broken man, a broken fantasy
You know I got a broken heart, take me to the ecstasy
How
far's the end?
Why do I pretend?
How far's the end?
THE
UNDERWATER RECORD STORE
Can’t
you hear it? Jon singing ‘Don’t kill the
whale’
The loudspeakers give out ‘A sea horse with no
name’
In the underwater record store, below the floor
Squids go to buy the liquid hits of
rock’n’roll
Hot tunas roll their joints listening to
Kaukonen’s voice
And there I’d like to see you in the morning, in
the nightime
‘Cause this is a shop that never is closed
Fish always ask for more
In the underwater record store everybody says
‘Glub’
Peter Hammill on the top of the lighthouse
Roger Waters plays his watered bass out loud
In the underwater record store, below the floor
Red coloured cods pay in cash for the salty pick ups
Bowie dressed in plastic like creature of the black
lagoon
And there I’d like to see you in the morning, in
the nightime
‘Cause this is a shop that never is closed
Fish always ask for more
In the underwater record store everybody says
‘Glub’
