back to sci fi lullabies She's In Fashion 1 June 21, 1999 01. she's in fashion 02. bored 03. pieces of my mind

She's In Fashion
She's the face on the radio,
She's the body on the morning show,
And she's there shaking it out on the scene,
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1
Then 2 is 1 my love
Oh and if she tells you you should know,
Then you should know my love
She is strung out on a TV dream,
And she's the taste of gasoline,
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
(I said the sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
And she's in fashion, uh, uh, uh
(I said the sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
(I said the sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
(I said the sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
(I said the sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
(The sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
(I said the sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)
(The sunshine it blow my mind and the wind blow my brain)


Bored
1, 2 ,3, 4
Bored (introspection)
Yeah (city sights)
Bored (no connection)
Yeah (got it right)
Bored (cold impatient)
Yeah (lonely nights)
Bored (no new traces)
Yeah (you got it right)
So wire me up to the party people
Wire me up to the neon light
Oh, come on, come on
Come running along
And we'll sing a little song for the afterlife
Bored (stoned elation)
Yeah (lonely sights)
Bored (no connection)
Yeah (you got it right)
Bored (lonely places)
Yeah (astral lights)
Bored (so impatient)
Yeah (you got it right)
So wire me up to the party people
Wire me up to the neon light
Oh, come on, come on
Now we're running along 
And we'll sing a little song for the afterlife
Bored, yeah
Bored, yeah
So wire me up to the party people
Wire me up to the neon light
Oh, come on, come on
Now we're running along 
And we'll sing a little song for the afterlife
Bored, yeah
Bored, yeah


Pieces Of My Mind
In the corner of your mind
There's a place you go to hide
There the lonely years deside
There's a secret life for sale
Watch the world inside your brain
Were the people come to say
Take the pieces of your life
Send the message to the sky
Mend the pieces of your mind
Take a look inside of you
Tell me what to say and do
Mend the pieces of your mind
In the corner of your head
When the world sits back instead
And the pieces that you'll send
There's a light that sights unseen
Watch the world in slide machines
In the corner of your dream
Take the pieces of your life
Send the message to the sky
Mend the pieces of your mind
Take a look inside of you
Tell me what to say and do
Mend the pieces of your mind
Let the music play again
Let the songs all stay the same
Mend the pieces of your mind
Take the pieces of your life
Send a message to the sky
Mend the pieces of your mind

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