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Miraâs got a job tonight
Keeping someone up
Handing them their lemonade
In a sharkskin cup
Mira wants to leave the crowd
Sail to wear things crack
Where steam and ice go hand in hand
And nobody comes back
Born on the wind
Born on the wind
Mira was an accident
That couldnât be reversed
âThink of how youâd feelâ she said
âIf you could feel this cursed
Iâm going where the streets are seas
And down beneath my keel
The seaweed flows through the ventilation shafts
And thatâs the way I feelâ
Born on the wind
Born on the wind
âWe live in a pornocracyâ she said
âWhere people fan their flames
Desire is your only judge
And god has many names
One of them is Mr Spinks
And one of them is Godâ
Mira fishes from the rocks
For the DaVinci cod
Born on the wind
Born on the wind
Born on the wind
(FedEx man knocks and enters)
- Album:
- Robyn Hitchcock
- The Man Upstairs
- Love From London
- Tromsø, Kaptein
- Propellor Time
- Goodnight Oslo
- I Often Dream Of Trains In New York
- Shadow Cat
- Eye
- Black Snake Diamond Role
- Respect
- Miscellaneous
- Perspex Island
- Storefront Hitchcock
- Storefront Hitchcock: Music from the Jonathan Demme Picture
- I Often Dream of Trains In New York (Live)
- I Often Dream of Trains
- I Wanna Go Backwards
- I Wanna Go Backwards Box Set
- Sex, Food, Death, and Tarantulas