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Jets To Brazil

The Frequency

 

The Frequency

(album: Perfecting Loneliness - 2002)


The terror of the view
The emptiness of this room
Always writing against this truth
In the way that a painter
Must have a surface to hit

The paint is flying now
Breaking the silence at the speed of sound
Hitting the frequency
She's reaching back at me
Warm and loud
Warm and loud
Beautiful demons fly out

And we're fighting for our lives
To fill the corners up with light
Black spell casting against them now
In the way that a bullet
Will go until it is stopped

And all the medicine
Went to my head again
Late last night
My bed of saccharine
Bad amphetamine
I was lit from within
Burning with means and ends

And the city life is like a sugar high
Knocking me out, keeping me wired
It's incredible
Unsteady chemicals
Come and go the ebb and flow
When the measure of your work
Is the measure of your worth
Then you better make it work

There's some people I could name
But it's not the time or place
To split hairs with the guys downstairs
They'll get their fair share I'm sure
The frequency is gonna take us there

And the city kids
The angry with-it kids
Hate everything the first time
It's incredible
The kind of chemicals
Knocking around in my mind
In the winter of my night I found a desperate kind of light
And nothing comes without a fight

You want to know
Where the good thoughts grow
But you ought to know
Where all the good thoughts go

You can't afford to miss a day
Call in sick, you better stay that way
Stay that way

And the city life is just some other guy
Knocking me out, wasting my time
Upper-middle class infomaniac
You will get yours I will get mine
So get in line
The frequency is fine

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