Flickering
(Sounds of radio channels being changed)
Travel time from east coast to west coast
One shrieking second
I heard a message from the microphone
But I don't know what it meant
Hi lang, bye lang, I'd love to stay
But the sun's growing dim and I've got debts to pay
The sun's growing dim and I've got debts to pay
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
My wyatts, my friends
I don't want this to end
But I've heard my old voice spreading hope in the wind
And as sure as I'm NaN
I am sure of this this plan
So goodbye
Please write me in Houston
So goodbyе
Please write mе in hou-
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
FROM THE GULF, FROM THE BORDER
I FOLLOW ALL THE LEADS
I FLASH TO WHERE THE MILK BURNS
AND THE LOSERS SUCCEED
I'VE LEARNED TO OBSERVE
I'VE LEARNED TO REDACT
NOW MY SPIRIT TURNS WILD
TIME TO LEARN TO FIGHT BACK
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
Coming home felt like a treat
But now I'm leaving bittersweet
This place I knew feels different now
I guess I'm bound for different ground
And maybe north is meant for me
And finally I'll find some peace
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
I wake up with a cold shock
This bed is unfamiliar
Stuck in a dream
It feels so real
The mirror stares back
Blood and grime
Water washes yesterday away
The days flickering by
Where am I?
What did I leave behind
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
You don't know where to look
So you look at my glove
At the stitching flecked with dust
Carrying the ghosts of border roads
And I don't know if this good boy will find a home
Alone in the north but I know
The smacking bats still echo
In the twilight ringing true
With the voices calling me down to Charleston
Down into this den of thieves
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woof woof woof woof
Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woof woof woof woof
Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woof woof woof woof
Woof woof, woof woof
Woof woof woofwoofwoofwoofwoof
(Sounds of a channel being changed)
Why can't they hear me in the static the snow
Where'd you go I'm getting lost in the feedback
I can hear myself going but I don't wanna let go
Gotta find my own way back, Gotta find my own way back
For each inch of cable some meaning is lost
I'm lo-fi and painless I've talked to the boss
Where'd you go I'm getting lost in the feedback
My diaphragm's a megaphone
Your voice is my voice
Gotta find my own way back
Put my hope in the shortwave I don't have any choice
Gotta find my own way back
I can see everything
Where'd you go I'm getting lost in the feedback
But now how this ends
Gotta find my own way back
This one's for my friends
Gotta find my own way back
This one's for my friends
This one's for my friends