ithaca
YEAH!
The office blocks have all gone down
The buildings’r still on fire (burn)
Still its only are postcodes that we have in common
But with oil on canvas framed with wood
Its clear this piece does everything it should
Self reflection its got it all, mass production and everything
And then we throw are arms to heaven
And scream the words like thats what matters (love)
Like we felt young we were concerned and we were hopeful for tommorow going!
Context! Context! Give me some context or fragments are all we’ve got
And you’re dreaming with your eyes closed
And the words come way to fast
Your eyes roll back into your head
While your arms reach out to Ithaca
So we raise a glass to context
And rundown motorways
With headphones mouthing songs that fit to beaches lit by fun-fair grounds
And we found the words we wanted in the same old books and songs
We lay in librarys and cd shops with our backs on the ground and our hands in the air going
No we’re never going home no we’re never going never going.
Context! Context! Give me some context or fragments are all we’ve got
