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Fatima Mansions - Broken Radio #1 Lyrics

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  • At the platforms end, where the crowd grew thin
  • And the light was dim on our shoes
  • Where we sat there so tense,
  • Not to touch though we meant to (I think)
  • There was no will, no spell
  • To breach the night and stop the talk
  • She tossed her hair and home did walk
  • Broken radio
  • Broken radio
  • On the day that I was born
  • There was no big flash and no great storm
  • But the man read the news in dutch and warned,
  • Im gonna play je taime on my hunting horn.
  • In my cradle I was most impressed--
  • So this is what you call success
  • Black seamus cried, my shamrock has died
  • And my fathers gone back to peru.
  • The frost-damp town wore a fat-guts frown
  • And the djs played brian bor
  • The sundays sticky, home with rain
  • Sedition never entertained
  • Broken radio
  • Broken radio
  • Murder the past and all who sail in it
  • If the past is a wreck then all who sail in it
  • Make me realize its time to move on
  • But all the ships and the planes have gone
  • Im in a savage place with a timid song
  • Mumbled words...[maybes? ]

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