Inspired by indie cinema and those wonderfully scratchy songs they like to use.
lyrics
No-one speaks English in this rat-infested town no more,
But that's really not my problem,
There's nothing I can do or say, to make things change my way. From
Junction Road to Camden town, new faces gather all around,
Articulating flights of fancy; they're tired of waiting, they wanna start dancing.
And we can do it all tonight.
Clouds are forming in your eyes, no buses or taxis can move these lies, you
Calculate a mellow fact and walk it down a lonesome track. Don't
Reminisce on what you've lost, don't tally up the awful cost; just
Take those seven steps up to the Heath. We'll lay be-
Neath the stars on Halloween, we're all around and in between, and
Nothing really matters any more.
[Instrumental]
On avenues of painted grass, come run with me in shoes of glass, while
People weave a silent path in concrete jungles, tainted math, dis-
Tracted by the startled sounds of bitter memories all around, we'll
Travel Underground into the square. And when we
Get there, we're blinded by all the lights, no time to sing, no time to fight,
You stumble through the dark into my arms.
It's all gone quiet. So we
Take our leave.
credits
from Songs To Wax And Wane,
track released September 11, 2009
Written, performed and produced by Nash Sibanda
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