New Adventures In Hi-Fi lyrics

Movin’ through rough waters motel boy,
And swimming in your sleep.
How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
Not to see there’s something wounded deep.

Anyone could scratch your surface now,
It’s all amphetamine
You’re blasting yourself into the present
Learn some vast indignity, stay that,

You say that you hate it
You want to re-create it

Your eyes are burning holes through me.
I’m gasoline.
I’m burnin’ clean.

Twentieth century go and sleep.
You’re plasticine.
That is obscene.
That is obscene.

You are the star tonight.
You shine electric outta sight.
You light eclipsed the moon tonight.
Elecrolite. You’re outta sight.

If I ever want to fly.
Mulholland Drive.
I am alive.

Hollywood is under me.

Look up, what do you see
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.
This letter
Fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scary
I said your name

I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras

Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26-hour trip.
Salt Lake City, come in spring.
Over the salt flats a hailstorm brought you back to me.
Salt Lake City, come in spring.
Over the salt flats a hailstorm brought you back to me.

Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, back, back.

Departure, Godspeed, bless his heart, good boy.

I never thought of this as funny
It speaks another world to me
I wanna be your Easter bunny
I wanna be your Christmas tree.

I’ll strip the world that you must live in
of all its godforsaken greed.
I’ll ply the tar of your feathers.
I’ll pluck the thorns out of your feet.
You and me.
You and me.
You and me.

And if I choose your sanctuary.
I’ll want to wash you with my hair.

[Instrumental]

It happened fast, it’s over quick.
A little dust and the engine kicks.
Did your hands drift down off the wheel
Roll out, hit your windshield

An eyelash or a little bit of sleep Time stands still.
Just call it now and you’re on your way (hey, hey, hey)

All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives
Broken casino and waterslides
Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice.

I know what I wanted
I know what I wanted
I know how I wanted this to be

You go down to the water
Drink down of the water
Walk up off the water, leave it be

This is not my time, brother
It is cold in heaven
And I’m not sprouting wings.

I’m drowning
Me
I’m drowning
Me, yeah

Brother can you see those birds
They don’t look to heaven

Nothing could be bring me closer.
Nothing could be bring me near.
Where is the road I follow
Believing, leave.

It’s under, under, under my feet.
The scene spread out there before me.
Better I go where the land touches sea.
There is my trust in what I believe.

That’s what keeps me,
That’s what keeps me,
That’s what keeps me down,
To leave it, believe it,
Leave it all behind.

I move across, innocence lost
All flashing pulsar
I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt
I pass satellites

You’re so bitter, your complaint
I can’t get you anything.
I don’t know who you’re livin for
I don’t know you at all anymore.

I’d sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me

I can’t taste it

This is horror movie stuff.
The muffin is peach, you’re ‘makin’ love’.
You mean this opera involves handcuffs
I lay defeated.
Yeah, sour milk mouth, horseradish sweet.
She’s a girl and she’s loving me.
But distance is my tendency.
I am defeated.

have you lost your place
I wore my doormat face.
I hung my this or that.
I laid my welcome mat.

Blood from a stone
Water from wine.
Born under earplay design.
A stroke of bad luck,
wrong place, wrong time.
This flyer is out of the lime.

The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying times.
Just add water, stir in lime.
How the west was won and where it got us.

Canary got trapped, the uranium mine.
A stroke of bad luck, now the bird has died.

I can’t say that I love Jesus
That would be a hollow claim.
He did make some observations
And I’m quoting them today.
Judge not lest ye be judged.
What a beautiful refrain.
The studio audience disagrees.
Have his lambs all gone astray

Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper

You are lost and disillusioned
What an awful thing to say.

I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick wraparounds blackout tease
I scud along the horizon
I drink some sweet tree tea
I get high in my low-ass boot cut cheap
I like being seen
I look good with my drink eat no sleep
Take a leap, longevity
I get high on my attitude, latitude, 1973
I’m in deep

My head’s on fire in high esteem