Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crystal Blip, artist - Frog Eyes. Album song Pickpocket's Locket, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 27.08.2015
Record label: Paper Bag
Song language: English
Crystal Blip |
| You’re a crystal blip |
| On a TV screen |
| Flare for a second and then fade to the screams |
| Of a million righteous scrambled pixels and then |
| There has got to be some that slip away |
| You’re a scrambled shard on a radio |
| A blasted blip from a blasted stereo |
| And a million righteous bangers scream |
| «there has got to be one that slips away» |
| You’re a notch on a sword |
| You’re a nail on the board |
| You should never be born, not with all these plans to abort |
| Wishing all these boats back to the edge of the bay |
| Tie them fast and don’t let one slip away |
| You’re a publican, with a shiny tooth |
| You sue your mouth with the greenest truths |
| You shall rise from the fall of the Americans |
| And lead yourself out of some fray |
| You shall float upon the slick of the greasiest day |
| When you run, run, run, run |
| Run, run, run, because you |
| Run, run, run, because you’re |
| Wrong when you run |
| Run, run, run, run |
| Run, run, run, because you |
| Run, run, run, because you’re wrong |
| You’re a barrister at the end of a dream |
| Taxing one hundred fairies so they might cross your stream |
| Solace in the heart of the mariner |
| Who is taking his craft and floating away |
| Your sabbatical is a gift to the sun |
| Take this cover-cloud and wrap it around where you might be stunned |
| Lightning has a way of striking anyone who stands in the path of an oil man |
| Who shall float in the wake of an oil man |
| Who shall float upon the slick of an oil man |
| He shall walk right to the center, saying that’s all for today |
| When you run, run, run, run |
| Run, run, run, because you |
| Run, run, run, because you’re |
| Wrong when you run |
| Run, run, run, run |
| Run, run, run, because you |
| Run, run, run, because you’re wrong |
| And don’t forget |
| That the demons struck |
| And blow their holes by the sea |
| A chair shall rust |
| By the beach’s blustery bluffs |
| Up there as it strikes the day |
| And don’t forget that the demons struck |
| And they blow their holes by the bay |
| Today, today |
| You are righteous, you are righteous today |
| And you’re on the phone and you pray for snow |
| But snow has evolved, it’s no longer snow |
| Weight on the limbs of a family man |
| Who shall walk onto some stage |
| Who shall walk onto some stage |
| Who shall harness your audience’s rage |
| Who will play his dark horn on the edge of some stage |
| When you run, run, run, run, run |
| When you run, run, run, run, run |
| When you run, run, run, run, run |
| When you run, run, run, run, run |
| Because you’re wrong |