Crystal Blip - Frog Eyes

You’re a crystal blip

On a TV screen

Flare for a second and then fade to the screams

Of a million righteous scrambled pixels and then

There has got to be some that slip away

You’re a scrambled shard on a radio

A blasted blip from a blasted stereo

And a million righteous bangers scream

«there has got to be one that slips away»

You’re a notch on a sword

You’re a nail on the board

You should never be born, not with all these plans to abort

Wishing all these boats back to the edge of the bay

Tie them fast and don’t let one slip away

You’re a publican, with a shiny tooth

You sue your mouth with the greenest truths

You shall rise from the fall of the Americans

And lead yourself out of some fray

You shall float upon the slick of the greasiest day

When you run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, because you

Run, run, run, because you’re

Wrong when you run

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, because you

Run, run, run, because you’re wrong

You’re a barrister at the end of a dream

Taxing one hundred fairies so they might cross your stream

Solace in the heart of the mariner

Who is taking his craft and floating away

Your sabbatical is a gift to the sun

Take this cover-cloud and wrap it around where you might be stunned

Lightning has a way of striking anyone who stands in the path of an oil man

Who shall float in the wake of an oil man

Who shall float upon the slick of an oil man

He shall walk right to the center, saying that’s all for today

When you run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, because you

Run, run, run, because you’re

Wrong when you run

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, because you

Run, run, run, because you’re wrong

And don’t forget

That the demons struck

And blow their holes by the sea

A chair shall rust

By the beach’s blustery bluffs

Up there as it strikes the day

And don’t forget that the demons struck

And they blow their holes by the bay

Today, today

You are righteous, you are righteous today

And you’re on the phone and you pray for snow

But snow has evolved, it’s no longer snow

Weight on the limbs of a family man

Who shall walk onto some stage

Who shall walk onto some stage

Who shall harness your audience’s rage

Who will play his dark horn on the edge of some stage

When you run, run, run, run, run

When you run, run, run, run, run

When you run, run, run, run, run

When you run, run, run, run, run

Because you’re wrong