Wire : Read & Burn 01
Lyrics
1. IN THE ART OF STOPPING
Trust me
Believe me
It's all in the art of stopping
2. I DON'T UNDERSTAND
Over the edge, under an illusion, void in a room
On the slide, the time is coming, your ears pinned back
To think ahead, I must be right, just keep watching
I'm on the floor, avert your gaze, turn away
You've had your chance
Corrected vision, behind the lines, your hole is full
Hint of danger, the time is coming, I'm on the level
Face the facts, you're in a bad dream, your time is up
You've had your chance
The lights are out
No one's at home
Give me a break
Because I don't understand
I don't understand
Your brain stinks, you're off the list, I don't understand
Back up your tree, frightened sick, I don't understand
Bite the bullet, bottle it up, make a line in the sand
You've made your point, get over it, you've made your stand
Move on or move over, out of order, catch you later
3. COMET
It's coming fast
It's a comet
Coming this way
With your name on it
It's a heaven sent
Extinction event
And the chorus goes
B- b- b- b- bang, then a whimper
4. GERM SHIP
Germ ship
Aliens on board
Fatal attraction
Sponsored by Ford
5. 1ST FAST
Able missives
Rich deciduous
Coppiced riff
Meets aphorism
Who's the bastard?
Where's the payoff?
Amplification
Indecision
6. THE AGFERS OF KODACK
Nest in a bird, an enemy flew in
Fashion a life out of audio ruin
Farmers of god, is it good what you're doing?
Chanting a curse whilst religiously chewing
Is it time to repair? Is it time for unlocking?
To the shrine of the nomads, the pilgrims are flocking
Tracing a bee-line to witness a flogging
A slayer of giants in the finest of stockings
Hearing the cheering of mothers and daughters
There's change in the air and a shortage of water
A bounty is posted, conditions: no quarter
Don't bargain with fish which are still in the water
A love of the camera; a stomach for slaughter
Fresh from the front: our favourite reporter
The risks are increasing, she'd hang if they caught her
The odds on survival grow shorter and shorter...
Is it time to repair? Is it time for unlocking?
To the shrine of the nomads, the pilgrims are flocking
Tracing a bee-line to witness a flogging
A slayer of giants in the finest of stockings
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