Dinner at Rods / JAL to Tokyo (Live in Tokyo)

Lyrics

[Dinner at Rods] Instrumental [JAL to Tokyo] Refugee Rain One hand Come down between us I explained How good I feel And everything In my imagination You got the wrong end Misunderstanding Watching the sun rise Over the water Back in the fears Projection I discard! Sleepless Ice in the apple juice Chrome around the coffee Loaded You get your legs waxed at 2AM Oh! That's so lovely Here comes The cappuccino girl The dark red line around your lips girl Too many late nights Girl! Smiling Clutching your finger tips She let me sit alone Let me gather fragments Like a bone Stone Let me sit with the fear Let it slip off me Roll past and off me I've been carrying it all day Delicate finger cup girl Do! Do you need a ride? Random breath Pure siren inside Double detrimental Perfection Superfood! Gathering at the bridge A Crossing above our heads Above us Descending into the Real men eat meat and chicken! Not beef crusades Crusades for truth and justice Home truth Home twin Tribulation Turbulent and fast! Fast moving fingers Your hiss in my ears again I'm just behind you girls she says Shakin' in the air Strapped in! And rockin' Covering your eyes and lips rubbed with fingers You make the sign of a lock and key You nod and smile! Leaning into the wind she call Benny! Benny! Benny! Benny! She pull the snake bag Movin' at speed Curse! Cursing her heels Tangled hair Mr Cashman King bridge What's on? Royal hot fresh star water boy And she Wait! Waiting for a green light Waiting out for a green man Bang the pole and here it comes She's on the in-line blades a blind girl Blonde! Playing dancing queen On an acordian Black dog Grey dog Everybody got their dogs Tied up to a wall See! See the penguin girl Selling the boat trips to tourists Lycra boy in a blue hat walkin' Walkin' tight rope for money She! Was wandering around in this nothing But this little white silky he said Skimmer clocks The Dali The Japanese girls A long way from home! In tats and pokeys Waiting for a green man bang the pole Oh my god she says I feel weightless And funk-fish and in! In Memphis cladding Chocolate boutique I'll give you one I'll give you everyone Black out tang Get behind the shot you think! You think I'm an idiot A fresh boy Moses Can you cut it Cherry pickers waiting for Waiting for a memory that they want! They want to get it on They want to get the juice That'll set them free I'm your bare brass boy I'm skinny Side cup Overdone and touched! I'm under touched Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! The picture's finished A little girl's playing for money For a junky mother's eyes! Eyes behind glass Black glass Hello my name is Bernadette I hope you like my music Have a nice day Then the rose seller! The rose seller complains Complains about the weather Looking for another hoby man Eureka she's a crane A dome of pure cream This! This floor is secured… This floor is secured… This floor is secured… This floor is secured… Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation Temptation she bring me black tea Black tea Black tea and memory Wrapped in the morning No No No No No No No No Offerings of everything Of energy This Summer's cheap A dollar ninety-five When I was in New York New York She said! Go for a looser fit You won't look as if you're trying so hard When she trying you went harder Gap! Gap on the shirt Gap in the head she married the wrong bloke She said I burn fire on the rock Making mark in the stone And red! And red pole people animation Liquid on sticks And precious things I feel the wind I feel weird and black glass in my head…