Lyrics Kid Stuff - Sinead O'Brien, Paul Banks

Kid Stuff

I am in my finest hour
Recently emerged from increasingly submerged
Head full of junk and nothin'
Where junk is not worth its weight in time
Or conversation
So I do not
Yeah
Kid stuff
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
Picture a portrait of yourself
And that is what you are
Cropped
Master the edit
The length and get the whole head in
Not only a mouth talking
Not again
We are not ready for that yet
Not again
Spend time on it
Meditate a ring around the sun
Not to leave until I know it
That which I ignore
Choose shoes only for reinforcement
Unnecessary accessories
For the portrait
But the beautiful booming pony sound
The spirit of a horse following me out
Up and down stark pavement slates
Riding over scattered shadows
Reminds me
That I am still on the run
That which is not lost is not gone
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
Kid Stuff
Which waiting gracefully for me
In dusky evening
In late night reverie
Now waiting in the light of day
At my garden gate
For me
The second wave coming
Reminds me
That I am still on the run
That which is not lost
Is not gone
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
We are the public eye and mouth and hand
Watching over landscape
From which we have been extracted
Smoked out of the streets
Led in
We watch nothing
Go around and around
In freedom
We are on a dangerous wind
Of changing pace
Shadow walking to the future
Watching clocks, kettles
Sunset after sunset
For a sign of change
Washing lines heavy with cargo
I do not need
Hanging from my lines
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
The conversations sound like interviews
From cool blue screens
An impression of a soul you once knew
Through filter and distorted interview
And you talk and you talk
Of Kid Stuff and all of that
Someone quiet and important told me
To turn my mind toward
That which I ignore
To spend time on it
To meditate a ring around the sun
Not to leave until I know it
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
Someone quiet said that
Someone that I forgot
Someone I ignore
That which I ignore
Which waiting gracefully for me
In dusky evening
In late night reverie
Now waiting in the light of day
At my garden gate
For me
The second wave coming
Reminds me
That I am still on the run
That which is not lost
Is not gone
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
Kid stuff
Someone quiet and important told me
To spend time on it
To meditate a ring around the sun
Not to leave until I know it
That which I ignore
That which I ignore
Someone quiet said that
Someone that I forgot
Someone young
Someone I ignore
Kid stuff
And all of that