A Blip On A Screen

Weil mich dieser herzzereißend traurige Song von Mike Skinner gestern so sehr zum Nachdenken angeregt hat, habe ich hier mal versucht, den Text - findet den jemand im Internet? Ich nicht. - zusammenzutragen. Ein paar Passagen sind mir nicht ganz klar (vielleicht hilft der geneigte Leser) aber ich denke den Kern trifft es. Ihn das singen zu hören ist hart.

Turn on the light so it burns in the night [return down the flight?]
The world is uncertain and I'm certain by the curtains tonight
You will not know but [groan?], we will not dare
We'll always smile and care and play with your hair

Got to reverse the pattern, what's the worst that could happen?
For the first time in my adulthood the worst that could happen
Is utterly unthinkable [sinking unsent dread?]
Suddenly I'm worried about the [bread?] under the bed

But then all sorts of awful, [shit's implausible indoors?]
Proportions get warped into the worst and for certain
You're growing thumbs, I'm going numb
[... to your ...?] like it might be quite fun

A blip on a screen
You don't know me
I think about you and what you'll grow to be

Black and white blotches [...?]
And then flashes of scents along with your body and head
It as all simple as you think when you are little
It is all as simple as me sinking a little drink

You're growing nails, mine are so [nailed?]
I'm drinking your mothers' wine for both of us today
You don't know choice but you know my voice
You should've never have chosen me - I've loved like a boy

The world's so dark sometimes, the noise of the cars
Building a world full up with toys and stars

A blip on a screen
You don't know me
I think about you and what you'll grow to be

You'll dance and every song [...?] every little move
Before you realise that every noise is not music
My dad raised these [thoughts?] he paced these [...?]
I never knew, I just grew, that's all you can do

But then growing into an adult is just learning the language
Of explaining with words what you were as a baby
You'll leisurely learn how to lie and pretend
To service your love and rely on your friends

This could be fraud but it's all I got taught
And I don't wanna make it up as I go along with yours

A blip on a screen
You don't know me
I think about you and what you'll grow to be

I fix and I plan, but this is just mad
I love you, you're only a hundred pixels on a scan

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