Fish - Blind Curve Lyrics
1) vocal under a bloodlightLast night you said I was cold, untouchableA lonely piece of action from another townI just want to be free, Im happy to be lonelyCant you stay away?Just leave me alone with my thoughts.Just a runaway, just a runaway,Im saving myself.2) passing strangersStrung out below a necklace of carnival lightsCold moan, held on the crest of the nightIm too tired to fightSo now were passing strangers, at single tablesStill trying to get over,Still trying to write love songs for passing strangersAll those passing strangers.And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies,Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper.3) myloOh I remember toronto when mylo went down,And we sat and cried on the phoneI never felt so alone,He was the first of our ownSome of us go down in a blaze of obscuritySome of us go down in a haze of publicityThe price of infamy, the edge of insanityAnother holiday inn, another temporary home,And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone,talk to me, wont you tell me your stories.So I talked about conscience and I talked about painAnd he looked out the window and it started to rainI thought maybe Ive 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 floorInviting me to a casual obscenity.4) perimeter walkIt would be incredible if we couldRetrace all the times that we lived hereAll the collisionsWasted, Ive never been so wastedIve never been this far out beforePerimeter walk.Theres a presence here.I feel could have been ancient,I could have been mysticalTheres a presence,A childhood, my childhood,My childhood, childhood, a misplaced childhood,My childhood, a misplaced childhood,Give it back to me, give it back to me.A childhood, that childhood, that childhood,That childhood, that childhoodOh please give it back to me.5) thresholdI saw a war widow in a launderette,Washing the memories from her husbands clothesShe had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoatA lump in her throat with cemetery eyesI see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahnsTrying to pick up a warTheyre going to even the scoreOh... I cant take any moreI see black flags on factories,Soup ladles poised on the lips of the poorI see children with vacant stares,Destined for rape in the alleywaysDoes anybody care, I cant take any moreShould we say goodbye? heyI see priests, politiciansThe heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations flagsI see children pleading with outstretched hands,Drenched in napalm, this is no vietnamI cant take any more, should we say goodbye,How can we justify?They call us civilised...
