Lunch, by Kotki Dwa

Lunch

from Lunch EP (Nov 2011) by Kotki Dwa

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lyrics

Watching for a pimp or a ballerina
Coming in or out of the dry cleaner
The hour of lunch in the Cafe Marina
Or whatever they called this place

The silver fork on the silver table
The silver phone in the silver cradle
Rolling the glue from the apple label
Do you get bored these days?

I want to know
Do you still find the energy, the open horizons?
Do we open our eyes in the same way?
Tell me truly, do we?
If you can see me you can see straight through me
Like a suitcase
I'm sick of my voice, I want to hear what you say

Time is on our hands like blood

Take me to the dinosaurs in Crystal Palace
Or those ones on Oxford Street
Have you heard about this?
Tear a random page out of the Collin's Atlas
And let's go off and find ourselves

Stare into the stone cold eyes of history
The cracked skin of time is a juicy mystery
By the time you found yourself you didn't miss me
But your soul was in the rudest health

Once in a while
It feels good just to try yourself
Out on the tiles
Do you still have the magic moves
Yes you do
But you're just out of habit
Do you need to feel that low?
No no no no no

We spill a man's tea in E. Pellici
I know there's always something you can teach me
The horrors of the world try their best to reach me
But so do all of these ad campaigns

Does Vicky have a PA that I could speak to?
Oh, hi Vicky, I was hoping to fix a time to meet you
Never let the switchboard stiff defeat you
You only need one full name

Don't dispair
Marketing just does not care
Pride is in your fingertips
Smile as they lick their lips

The customers are always right
Everything you hate they like
Disappoint the world you love
Advertising always does

Once in a while
You feel faint
Just to think about
Things which you do
Which you do for a living
Somewhere between innocence and bliss
You sit the way you always like to sit
Do you need to feel that low?
No no no no no