john cooper clarke - strange bedfellows lyrics
a copper’s nark…
the cautious talk of a city under suspicion
a perfumed collision…
with the real meaning of a girl
working in the dark… from the velvet shadows…
in the… black-wood of engines
you’re in suspension…
in the best of all possible worlds
furnished rooms…
in tune… with the frozen taste of money
a broken television
flickers in the corner of one eye
a variety show
that goes below… the freezing point of numbers
to understand… an episode
of a dream that money can buy
when a necromancer’s crucifix…
and fifty dead -ssistants…
a beer by a dried up fountain
it’s the festival of the spoons: whatever that is
two scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers…
on the lines of least resistance…
into the middle distance…
of a supermarket tune
familiar ground…
he stops her breath with the sneak-thief kiss of a roscoe
love letters from moscow
calling for the hard-ware of surprise
in a jealous town…
where desperation…
isn’t worth the trouble
meet your double… in an episode…
of a dream that money can buy
bye bye love
say goodnight irene: to the magnetism of the moment
the future fails to feature
beyond the forcefields of their eyes
decadant waves: depraved danger
or a plaything of the rodents
not quite the kind of creature
with whom they socialise
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