Driving Aloud (Radio Storm) lyrics

Artist  : Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians 
Song : Driving Aloud (Radio Storm)
 


Take a breath, take a breath, take a
breath
Honey take it on me
'Cause your
lungs are in terrible shape and it's easy to
see
I've been X-raying you since you walked
into here
You've got nothing to hope
You've
got nothing to fear
Heartburn and chemistry
and lung disease
Make mincemeat of your
passion on days like these

And everything
you say is like sugar
The sweeter it gets you
know I lick it away

Radio forecast
intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change
their forms
Yeah!

With a knot in your
heart you're afraid of the galaxy way
And I
hand you a tape of my song which you always
mislay
And your diagram was nervous when I saw
you on TV
You're so vulnerable, honey, now
you're fatter than me
I've got a Harrison Ford
poster rolled up in my desk --
I'd sign it for
you, dude, if you'd only request

And
everything you say is like iron;
It smashes me
up but it's brittle inside

Radio forecast
intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change
their forms
Yeah!

You need love, baby,
love, baby, love -- don't you throw it
away;
It's the musk on your tongue and your
hoof that are making me stay
In a bar in
Sacramento on a cloudy afternoon
Cutting paper
napkins into little crescent
moons
Decision-making apparatus can't survive
your death
"Good morning, Mr. Seagrove -- have
you met my dead friend Seth?"
"No, sir, I
haven't had that pleasure yet"

But
everything you say is like acid
It eats me
away, but there's something inside

Radio
forecast intermittent storms
Tidal waves that
change their forms
Yeah!

What am I
going to do with myself if I lose you?
What am
I going to do with myself if you
stay?

Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus
could fly
Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus
could fly
No sweat. (Jesus could raise the
dead, Jesus could fly)
No sweat at all. (Jesus
could raise the dead, Jesus could fly)
And
everything you say is an ocean; (Jesus could
raise the dead, Jesus could fly)
It's keeping
me up but it's pulling me down (Jesus could raise
the dead, Jesus could fly)

Radio forecast
intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change
their forms
Yeah, Radio forecast intermittent
storms
Tidal waves that change their
forms
Ah!