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Maximo Park

The Unshockable

 

The Unshockable

(album: Our Earthly Pleasures - 2007)


The lines of transport make their way through towns
The lines of transport make their way through towns
At any cost…
Name a price

Digging through towns
Make way, like Moses through the waves
Pick and choose from a folklore
To describe the biggest events
(Did I make it all) Did I make it all... up?
Detritus gathers
Until dirt is the only layer you see
Scratch away, scrape away
Lacerate, keep scratching!

Have we become the unshockable?
Or have we become the saddened?
Activity is absent
Things are looking scarce

The human heart is on trial for a limited spell
A human heart is on offer for a limited spell

Your body was your great strength
How do you feel now there's nothing left?
The moment's gone
For me, you spent too many hours in bed
(Do you think this is) Do you think this is... cruel?
Sniggering clowns
In laughter, we hide behind our hands
Take them away, move them away
Stand up straight, keep turning!

Have we become the unshockable?
Or have we become the saddened?
Activity is absent
Things are looking scarce
Have we become the unshockable?
Or have we become the saddened?
Activity is absent
Things are looking scarce

Conceal those thoughts
That linger on your breath
Keep them hidden
Or they'll catch their death
Oooh, conceal those thoughts
That linger on your breath
Keep them hidden
Or they'll catch their death

The modes of transport forge their way through towns...
The modes of transport forge their way through towns...
Take them away, take them away
Take them away, keep turning
Take them away, move them away
Take them away, keep turning!

Have we become the unshockable?
Or have we become the saddened?
Activity is absent
Things are looking scarce
Have we become the unshockable?
Or have we become the saddened?
Activity is absent
Things are looking scarce

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