its the hip-hop tune that Bob Dylan and the Band unfortunately split up 30 years before they had a chance to record. lucky we came along is all I can say.
indie alternative electro
Tim tricked the rest of the band into letting him do the harmonica solo by pulling it out of his pocket mid-rehearsal and, well, it basically sounding really good.
Lyrics
oh, she don’t know what the use is
of making up excuses
lies all day on the sofa
'til her mind like a channel - flips over
she gets this fixed conviction
that the whole thing - it is fiction
just slogans for the stupid
who only wanna be included
she don’t know what the truth is
but hates to feel so useless
she always could refuse to
but people just want what what they like
what they’re used to
eyes watch the skies
count the days
staring into space
the fakers and the losers
are facing their accusers
you face them in the mirror
they’re near and getting nearer
they hang round on street corners
informing on the informers
taking pictures of the mourners
‘neath the burden of their traumas
gonna find some show and phone in
say they got no seratonin
they can’t keep up the pressure
they got no time for leisure
see no-one will deny it
respect, you’ve got to buy it
you’ve got no need for conscience
a mutagenic substance
give it up for the last big spender
get high on his agenda
he’s purifying his culture
he’s super future ultra
saying hey - don’t be a stranger
if your face don’t fit - we’ll change it
we’re reaching for the future
if you don’t like it we’ll shoot yer
we’ll put you in the blender
return you to your sender
return you to your slumber
replace your name - with a number
can’t comprehend these creatures
these people leave me speechless
they suck out your life like leeches
they are a different species
eyes watch the skies
count the days
watch the space
in between you and me
eyes watch the skies
count the days
watch this space
