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Do you remember how we said goodbye?
The songs you made. Fanfares. Parades.
The tears that pricked your eyes
The sky was blue and infinite the day
We went our separate ways
Soaring past the outer atmosphere
Carrying your hopes and dreams
And secretly your fears
I hurtled up into the void beyond
The world that where we belong
Now I’m the loneliest robot this side of the sun
And I’m just sending out signals – hoping they’ll get to someone
But the skies have long since fallen into quiet
I hope that you’re alright
Cos I’d really like to see you once again
You who that gave me life and chose my name
I hope that you’re OK?
Now the sun’s a pinprick in the sky
Dusty pinks, in shrouded hues
The years go ticking by
Sending out my messages each day
I wonder what they say
Finally, the light is fading now
The final backup drawing near
I’ll cross the line somehow
And wait forever underneath the dust
Like we always knew I must
Now I’m the loneliest robot this side of the sun
And I’m just sending out signals – hoping they’ll get to someone
But the skies have long since fallen into quiet
I hope that you’re alright
But the loneliest robot wasn’t done. As the years passed in their slow, cosmic majesty, and the stars crossed the heavens in the long alien nights, the loneliest robot gathered her strength, thinking about the fragile blue-green globe that hung out there somewhere in the velvet black void. And every day, the loneliest robot grew a little bit stronger, feeding from the cold rays of the distant sun, until she was ready… ready to go home…
The skies are almost empty here
The sun's a baleful ball
The oceans echo to the sound of
Nothing much at all
And you who gave me life
Threw it all away
I wish I'd stayed at home among the stars....
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God Help Us
02:30
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I don’t know what to tell you
I thought we would be alright
But after some chips and couple of pints
You said things you can’t unsay
And I took them all to heart
Perhaps you’re right and we should spend a little more time apart
I don’t know
Why I’m in love with you
When you treat me
Like those other fools
I thought that I meant more to you
But obviously I was missing some clues
So tell me what I failed to see
And tell me what you want me to be
I’ll do my best to make it all work out
Luckily somehow I found my way back to my bed
Now it’s Sunday morning
I’ve got a cup of tea
I scratch and yawn, look out the window
And then remember what I said
And what a fool I am
You turn over and smile at me and then I start to remember
I know
Why I’m in love with you
And it’s not for your brain or your eyes of blue
It’s not the way that you flirt or the length of your skirt
Not for your conversation I put up with the hurt
I could tell you what I mean but I don’t think that you’d like to know
I’ll put with up a lot of shite for a certain something that I like
God help us if you ever stop doing anal
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I'm in Love (With You)
02:55
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I’m in love with you
But you don’t even know my name
It makes me love you more
And I hope that when I get you alone
That you will feel the same way
Each and every day
I wait in the centre of my web
You’re playing hard to get
And the harder it is
The harder I’ll be when I getcha
Shall I tell you my secret?
Don’t you want to know the truth?
I’m closer than you ever want to think about
And I’ll get closer every day until I get my way
And one day I’ll make you mine
You can run – not hide
I know every step you take
I feel your every move
And when I close my eyes
It’s like I can already feel you
Can I tell you a secret?
Don’t you want to know the truth?
I’m closer than you ever want to think about
And I’ll get closer every day until I get my way
One day I’ll make you mine
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She's Left Me
01:51
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Take me away
Somewhere far from here
Make it a dark place
That smells of sour beer
'cos she's left me...
Spare me the talk of other fish in the sea
I was made for her and she was made for me
Now I'm sad and alone
Because she's left me
Put another song on the radio
Make a sad song
Play it real low
Don't try to tell me what I'm supposed to do
When I'm feeling blue
Because she's left me
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Ian Freud Leeds, UK
Idiot. Plainly too old, bald, fat and out of touch for this. Pay in pies and you have me for life.
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