Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Running Through the Back Brain, artist - Hawkwind. Date of issue: 11.05.2014
Song language: English
Running Through the Back Brain |
| Running through my backbrain in the morning |
| I think that what I’m getting is a warning |
| Messages are scrambled but they’re urgent Something in the cortex 'bout |
| detergent |
| I think it’s coming clearer |
| I can see it in the mirror |
| Heading for a relapse |
| Clogging up the synapse |
| Or is it just Cassandra yawning? |
| Killers in the streets are wearing striped pants |
| They are interfering with my laryn |
| My brother and my sister joined the army |
| They promise that they do not mean to harm me Messages messages |
| Persecution Persecution |
| messages messages… |
| Now it’s growing dimmer |
| I can see the mirror shimmer |
| Sounds are getting stranger |
| Warning me of danger |
| Or can it be that I am merely tired? |
| There’s a roaring in my ears that will not die |
| And signals in the sky I can’t identify |
| My eyes are melting and my lips are moving |
| And the words that I am hearing are not soothing |
| Breathing’s getting harder |
| There’s nothing in the larder |
| The building’s falling over |
| Or the Sun is going nova |
| Or is it my old-fashioned paranoia? |
| I think that it’s important information |
| Giving me my future destination |
| Fragments of mysterious conversation |
| Lend the game a frightening complication |
| I know they’re trying to tell me What can they want to sell me? |
| The floor is undulating |
| My bones are soft and aching |
| Or have I temporarily lost my bearing? |
| Every little sound is charged with meaning |
| Percentage bandits riding out of Ealing |
| Stuttering, shouting, crying, and declaiming |
| Sentences are waxing, now they’re waning |
| I’m nearly out of letters |
| From my elders and my betters |
| The Killer’s moving faster |
| He tells me that he’s my master |
| Or was he just asking me «the time please?» |