The Fatima Mansions - Brunceling's Song lyrics
[The Fatima Mansions - Brunceling's Song lyrics]
James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps
Door to door in this so-called peacetime
Even spooks fight to stay alive
I don't much like him
But I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, where to now?
This global suburb's ours"
They said "adapt" and, sometime back
I think I snapped but it's no big deal
I would not trade my luck
I have no system now
I just drift until I'm found
"Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan", now:
Penury has set us free!
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
An assassin's bullet which has
Lodged in my neck
Picks up Radio Kabul and it
Bores me to death -
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
"I know Khomeini, John Wilkes Booth
And the Jackson 5" the old man roared as I
Poured him into his bed
"Why, they control the bourbon runs
From Bialystok to Brunei!
Brunceling, you're like me" he said
"They fear us cause we accept no blame
And we're too fucking old to change
Too many hatreds for making amends
Too many favours for friends of dead friends
Oh, their mumbled thanks came cheap to them
Too many marksmen on the knolls
Too many alibis always to hold
I'm a sad old joke forget I spoke"
Open the vein, open the vein
Open the vein, wider the vein
Let in more rain, let in more rain
Sever the phoneline, sever the head
Seeing in white, green, yellow and red
I think he's dead, I think he's dead
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
Old friends now reject me
For misjudgements I've made
Some are in power, some in flyover graves
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
And tell me, stiff
Whose little baby were you?
Door to door in this so-called peacetime
Even spooks fight to stay alive
I don't much like him
But I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, where to now?
This global suburb's ours"
They said "adapt" and, sometime back
I think I snapped but it's no big deal
I would not trade my luck
I have no system now
I just drift until I'm found
"Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan", now:
Penury has set us free!
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
An assassin's bullet which has
Lodged in my neck
Picks up Radio Kabul and it
Bores me to death -
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
"I know Khomeini, John Wilkes Booth
And the Jackson 5" the old man roared as I
Poured him into his bed
"Why, they control the bourbon runs
From Bialystok to Brunei!
Brunceling, you're like me" he said
"They fear us cause we accept no blame
And we're too fucking old to change
Too many hatreds for making amends
Too many favours for friends of dead friends
Oh, their mumbled thanks came cheap to them
Too many marksmen on the knolls
Too many alibis always to hold
I'm a sad old joke forget I spoke"
Open the vein, open the vein
Open the vein, wider the vein
Let in more rain, let in more rain
Sever the phoneline, sever the head
Seeing in white, green, yellow and red
I think he's dead, I think he's dead
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
Old friends now reject me
For misjudgements I've made
Some are in power, some in flyover graves
Nothing, nothing, nothing is true
And tell me, stiff
Whose little baby were you?