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Album - 19 giugno 2006 - Debaser id 821267

Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back at the shack and I'm sure no one is there
I'm putting the aerial up, so I can go out on the air

On the air
On the air
On the air

Every morning I'm out at dawn with the dwarfs and the tramp
For a silent communion lit from above by the sodium lamps
Everyone I meet on the street acts as if I wasn't there
But they're all going to know who I am 'cos I can go out on the air

On the air
On the air
On the air

Leaving the car down leafy lane
Turning out Tarzan for my Jungle Jane
anyone at all
From Captain Zero and his brand of superhero
standing by a call
Oh it's not easy
No it's not easy
Making real friends

Don't give me your steak-reared milkboys, milkboys
Half alive on empty white noise, white noise
I got power, I'm proud to be loud; my signal goes out clear
I want everybody to know that Mozo is here

On the air
On the air
On the air

I need perspective 'cos I'm facing the wall
I need perspective 'cos I'm not that tall
I need perspective heard the trumpet call
Don't trust my eyes want to know where things fall

I need perspective party time for the newly wed
I need perspective colours ran as the images bled
I need perspective like confetti on the flower bed
Don't trust my eyes priest crying he's got fire in his head

Oh Gaia, if that's your name
treat you like dirt, but I don't want to blame
Oh Gaia, the wind heats the fire and blows the ash away

I need perspective sitting in a long long hall
I need perspective staring at the white white wall
I need perspective waiting for the phone to call
Don't trust my eyes there's one thing I've got to tell you all

I need perspective to see through red red skies
I need perspective to carry merchandise
I need perspective I don't trust my eyes
Don't trust my eyes and I don't like surprise

Oh Gaia, etc

I used to be industrial giant
sitting in a garden full of chemical plant
trying very hard to get you off my mind
acting like any man
taking you for everything I can
just the same, the same as all my kind
-- so blind

I need perspective

D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.

Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't
Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't
Be on your guard, bitter, hostile and hard
Don't risk affection
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone
You're still looking for the resurrection
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
and I'll tell you straight in the eye

Hey!
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
Do it yourself

Everyone want to be what he not, what he not
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist
Can you say you're not being yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist
Is it true you're getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
and I'll tell you straight in the eye

Hey!
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)
D.I.Y. (do it yourself)

When things get so big, I don't trust them at all
You want some control -- you've got to keep it small

Hey!
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.
D.I.Y. D.I.Y. D.I.Y.

Walking the street with her naked feet
So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat
Snapping her heels clicking her toes
Everybody knows just where she goes

Fear, fear -- she's the mother of violence
making me tense to watch the way she breed
Fear, she's the mother of violence
you know self-defense is all you need
it's getting hard to breathe
It's getting so hard to believe
to believe in anything at all

Mouth all dry eyes blood shot
data stored in microdot
Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes
T.V. dinner, T.V. news

Fear, fear -- she's the mother of violence
don't make any sense to watch the way she breed
Fear, she's the mother of violence
making me tense to watch the way she feed
The only way you know she's there
Is the subtle flavour in the air
Getting hard to breathe
hard to believe in anything at all
but fear

Ten coaches roll into the dust
Chrome windows turned to rust
'Hand on inside they know they must
Hanging on the green backed words "In God we trust"

No one knew if the spirit died
All wrapped to go like Kentucky Fried
Tring to read the flight of birds
Low on fuel, getting low on words

and she comes out like a white shadow
she comes out like a white shadow

Each one drawn to empty spaces
Outsiders, borderline cases
It's hard to tell black from white
When you wake up in the middle of the night

Weighed down by the absence of sound
Broken now by the cry of a hound
Looking for movement withing the haze
Light can be deceptive with her rays

and she comes out like a white sadow
and she comes out like a white shadow
she comes out like a white shadow

Exposure
Exposure
Exposure
Exposure
Exposure
Exposure
Exposure

Space is what I need it's what I feed on

Exposure
Exposure
Exposure
Exposure
Exposure

Out in the open

Exposure

Doing nothing, stuck in the mud, just pumping the blood.
The water level's getting low, something ugly's going to show.

If only I could touch you, I guess you'd be alarmed.
If only I could touch you, I don't mean you no harm.

If only I could touch you, like the wind can touch the sail,
If only I could touch you, darling, now that words have failed.
Oh, flotsam still afloat,
Oh, jetsam thrown out of the boat.

Oh love, my love, nothing here is what it seems.
We both know it; Christ, you show it...
Oh, oh my love.