Lyrics: Archy Marshall/Theo Mccabe
Music: Theo Mccabe/Archy Marshall
You know I had to know what it felt like
Felt like the world, weren't beneath my feet
(for a long time)
Said a distant voice, on the end of the other line
& to think there's a part of me,
Limbering sober limbs on a beach
She fell asleep in the sunshine
Just a tiny little part of me
Baked bean of mythology, that humbles pie
(and wonders why?)
Hello
Is there anyone in there?
Oh the adverts on the TV,
The sofas best friends for another week
All of this! But I still feel so empty inside
& outside was the world shrinking?
Pavement still sinking
Beneath another creep, another night
Sometimes I could feel so weak
Ain't had a drink for weeks
He needs peanuts, needs a pint
I hope I don't become these at the bar
They speak of tales so near, yet so far
& some had even lost their minds
& Tony said "that he went, and he went, and he went
and he went, and he went, and he went
An I went
An he thinks it's a lie
An Errol dreamt that he'd watched Babylon,
Again and again and again and again and again
On London live, just last night
Another seahorse grows inside
24, in the cells, bitten styrofoam cups to hell,
Of teas a plenty,
The uniform battered belief, of those racist police
An sat there way back in '89!
An after all, the type O negative painted the walls
All the irreparable damage to your skull
They said your brain might never be the same
But at least you're still "one of a kind!"
An if all that scum rose to the top!
Then why were we left behind?
Another seahorse floats on by
Another seahorse grows inside