Big Fish

[swamp_lynx]

Работа с ограничивающими стереотипами схожа с дайвингом, погружаешься в глубины подсознания, потом возвращаешься к повседневности, чтобы глотнуть воздуха, и снова ныряешь, только на этот раз глубже. Вчера, определенно, побил все рекорды, до половины двенадцатого утра не мог заснуть, очень уж крупную рыбу ухватил за хвост.

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all wierd
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken.

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen..

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all wierd
Where are you now when I need you?
They brought in the cia
The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky high.

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen

I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race