The Frequency

The Frequency

Jets To Brazil
(album: Perfecting Loneliness)

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,
my bad amphetamine,
I was lit from within,
burning with means and ends.

And the city life is like 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 aroud 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.