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Hum lyrics

Album: You'd Prefer An Astronaut [1995]

Tracks9
 01  Little Dipper
 02  The Pod
 03  Stars
 04  Suicide Machine
 05 Very Old Man, The
 06  Why I Like The Robins
 07  I'd Like Your Hair Long
 08  I Hate It Too
 09  Songs Of Farewell And Departure
all Hum lyrics



Little Dipper
If we both stand with absent eyes,
and think about the oceans, watch 'em dry.
Then we can see far to the other side,
it's you and I forever, and we don't have to hide.
We don't have to hide.

If we ignore the signals that mission control will send...
it's one big ship ride anyway, this hell will never end.
And gaze out on what they left of the stars,
all we see now we can take our songs.

You two've got just moments left to give,
come back now and we will let you live.
Stay inside of our blue protective eye,
we won't let them take you, we won't let you die.

My baby spins propellants, the system's set to blow,
she's at the milky way now, exploding into snow.
And she's constructed flashpoints to cover up the sun,
while I sleep under glass,
I know that she'll wake me when she's done.

You two've got just moments left to give,
come back now and we will let you live.
Stay inside of our blue protective eye,
we won't let them take you, we won't let you die.
You two've got just moments left to give,
come back now and we will let you live.
Stay inside of our blue protective eye,
we won't let them take you, we won't let you die.back to top
The Pod
Morning scatters in and I am steady like a drug feeling out this one.
She wakes up smashed as hell and steadies her ass against the rail,
and bends before the pounding rain.
She had the widest bright ideas all along about my love,
and I need this fucking fix
and I beg her to pick from one of the billion ways to feel no pain.

The morning after bends reflected
and I can hardly stand the way this whole thing makes me seem.
She climbs out from her dream
with lungs hardly as she screams stereo scream,
and bends before astounding rain.
She's got a system made of metal and magnet bits inside her brain,
and she opens her box of tricks
and begs me to pick from one of a billion ways to feel no pain.
She had the widest bright ideas,
that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
Hold me uptight, let me breathe now.

She had the widest bright ideas,
that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
And hold me uptight, let me breathe now.back to top
Stars
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

She's not at work, she's not at school,
she's not in bed, I think I finally broke her.
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
A crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.

I thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.

I thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me.
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she's out back counting stars.back to top
Suicide Machine
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe yeah, but you.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait, wide awake and blue.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but me and you.

And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, unto everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.

Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
And sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but you.
And I had this one figured out,
that's why the suicide machine is built for two,
a simple sick device devised to overload on love
to bring us colored dreams and soundtracked waves of fun.

And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.

Sleep comes to no one else like we have falling through the ground,
fulfilling promises of endless summer nights,
I'm losing ground, you're losing sound.
Somewhere through a thousand blues
a dragonfly descends with just a whisper, I'm lonelier than God.
And all my wishes spin the fishes in the air and every one,
a different shade of you.
And to the left where up is down
now stands a zebra made of shapes of me,
and silver and the sun,
so bring no guilt with you up above the flat-line,
let's just hit the sky exploding into one.back to top
Why I Like The Robins
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses
Grow to glasses
Small world
Dimly seen through cataracts
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Soft lenses
Grow to glasses
Small world
Dimly seen through cataracts
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumour spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling through this rotting ladder
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office swings the man on the gibbetback to top
I'd Like Your Hair Long
I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground,
you'd prefer an astronaut,
someone to relate to and someone to command,
and I will be a simple man.
I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
it's still the same to me.

It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun,
and I will be an astronaut
for I have come to surface to catch some light and feed,
and I have everything I need.
And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line
and synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
you're still the same to me.

You're a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
You're a waste of a song.back to top
I Hate It Too
Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds,
I wish the ceiling was the ground.
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
to help me make up for this one.
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
and I can't remember what you do
to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
and bring me faithful back to you.

And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there, not tonight.

If we break off gently in slow motion spinning outward into space,
my hand, always firm and gently at the wheel,
I discreetly hold my face.
And I need you to give it meaning,
I need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself
like every other thing I do.

And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there.

And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there, not tonight.back to top
Songs Of Farewell And Departure
she thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars
she's not at work, she's not at school
she's not in bed, i think i finally broke her
i bring her home everything i want, nothing that she needs
i thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
she thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars
i found her out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead
a crumpled yellow piece of paper, seven nines and tens
i thought she'd be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
she thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars
i thought you'd be there holding daisies, you always wait for me
she thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting starsback to top
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