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It was all falling down and a long way from cheapSo tell me why did we live where we lived?Above the old fish shop where they served up slopAnd all the alley cats talked in their sleepI spent a year there with BAfter I quit the Mitsubishi,Dragged my mattress up some stairs by the seaThen watched the old van rust in the gusts of the coastEnding its knightly expeditions for beerB went psychotic in the navy and he wouldn't mendSomething about a sunk junk and speedWell he couldn't shake the illness or endure the cureAnd there was no point switching treatments in the Timor SeaI have never known someone who needed to talk so muchOr even fool himself disguising a guessI just steered his bullshit through the next diversionNever bothering with reality checksBowerbird, you'd turn a birdbath blackWhat the hell could be the matter with you?Where did you come from and why'd you go collectingAnything that turns the colour blue?Letras de cancionesB took his refuge in the open where it stingsYou think you'd seen him but he's gone in a blinkOnce those Stilnox hit their target don't trust nothing,No oneAnd don't go believing anything that you thinkHe'd say, "I'm half way throughBut I don't know what I'm doingI ain't feeling much of nothing at allBut it's my first time too, if that's a valid excuseI'm going to wait here for the engines to stallI've seen the tracks of some giant, the smoke of some fireFuse like hot sands in a bottleneckDoes all of beauty lie in being dead and goneOr is all history made of chickens and their unhatched eggsI've seen the specter of a frigate on a dry rock faceA stone axe held together with an old bootlaceAnything betraying the drift of dead headwayYou can shake it but it won't let goAll that so men can live like girls to keep their might pertDigging music made by millionaires for car advertsSave the whales, invade Iraq and have a hamburgerI can't distinguish between the nightmare and the jokeI was in Tokyo once without any cashKoda Kumi sang a coda pink as sarin gasI took a trip to Nagasaki in a rented MitsubishiThen went camping in the Jukai under Mount Fuji"Bowerbird, you'd turn a birdbath blackWhat the hell could be the matter with you?Where did you come from and why'd you go collectingAnything that turns the colour blue?But when his pension got suspended,Well that spelled the endAnd I joined his life of leisure in flightIt's too hard to row a boat using a periscopeSometimes you gotta do wrong to do rightHe got in trouble years back, I haven't see him sinceIn a men's room in a night club in MadridHe sold some dexedrine or something to a plain clothes DThen raised a stink so bad they ended up deporting himThen last I heard he was as free as a bird or into ScientologyOr into Heaven's Gate or Sharon TateOr in the LegionnairesOr gone to Georgia with the MujahideenAnd someone else was walking eggshells in his birdcageSomeone else shared his unending lease on hamstrung rageHe was someone else's problem, and that made me gladThey can indulge him 'till he's ironcladBowerbird, you'd turn a birdbath blackWhat the hell could be the matter with you?Where did you come from and why'd you go collectingAnything that turns the colour blue?I wound up working in a hospitalRenting TV's to the bored and the blindSeems the DSS got sick of my BSAnd had my unemployment privatisedThey made a date with me, some agencyAnd I went down there like a fool in loveThey made a few phone calls, found a real cure-allLike I wasn't miserable enoughI was working night shift when he got thereThe first time I'd seen a coma on the wardThe sister said he won't be needing TV nowProbably won't be needing nothing at allHe was in Tokyo for once until he stabilisedThey flew him back here and the story unfoldedThey found him frozen in a hollow in Aokigahara forestWhere those harrakiri weirdos goHe died a little later, and was wheeled awayI'd blame his morbid fascination for it allAnd his doubtless, groundless faithIn his outdoorsmanshipHe didn't kill himself, he didn't have the ballsHope dies last in a hospitalBut has a habit of doing it next to youWhile you shit kick around with your eyes to the groundLike a bowerbird appropriating anythingThe colour blue. From Letras Mania