Technique

(альбом: Swoon - 1984)

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Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, he's home late in the morning,
Had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies.
In the morning I go walking, it helps the hurting soften,
I've seen a lot of places, 'cause I miss her very often.

But I could never work there, what a shame that I'm not clever,
It's for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished "A Level" passes.

What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know.
What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know.

Verse and chapter they unfurl, and sprinkle it upon the world. Name it.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.

Verse and chapter they unfurl, and sprinkle it upon the world. Name it.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.
Technique!
Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,
And I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.