The Smith Street Band - Sunshine & Technology lyrics
[The Smith Street Band - Sunshine & Technology lyrics]
Ain't no sunshine in technology
No holiness in God
Magic in the industry or peace
That's built on bombs
And I believe in everything
That don't mean I'm not wrong
Because if I was right then surely
I'd be something that I'm not
The grand reappearance of the passion
And the fear happens
Walking past the commission flats high
Out of my mind
As end comes to a meaning's end
Everything makes sense
I forget sometimes that I'm alive
A gunshot explodes in the distance we
All offer some weak resistance
I hear trains rattle their late assistance
To a thousand people a day
All going the other way
And I maintain the straightest line I can
Try and do something with my hands
As I patch myself up with gaffer tape
Hoping to hold together for the great escape
We're living on impulse and the
Times we don't get caught
We're living with each other
Despite the suicide attempts
Car accidents and all these
Filthy fucking cigarettes
So I listen to talkback radio
And I practice conversation
Hearing and patience
And I've never had a brother
But now I have a few
And we deal with our first
World problems with suitable aplomb
We learn to love the beast
We learn to dodge the bomb
And everything that matters to me
You wrote down in a song but I ask you Tom
"Where have all the kids
From the corners gone?"
It's Saturday and they're all indoors
No holiness in God
Magic in the industry or peace
That's built on bombs
And I believe in everything
That don't mean I'm not wrong
Because if I was right then surely
I'd be something that I'm not
The grand reappearance of the passion
And the fear happens
Walking past the commission flats high
Out of my mind
As end comes to a meaning's end
Everything makes sense
I forget sometimes that I'm alive
A gunshot explodes in the distance we
All offer some weak resistance
I hear trains rattle their late assistance
To a thousand people a day
All going the other way
And I maintain the straightest line I can
Try and do something with my hands
As I patch myself up with gaffer tape
Hoping to hold together for the great escape
We're living on impulse and the
Times we don't get caught
We're living with each other
Despite the suicide attempts
Car accidents and all these
Filthy fucking cigarettes
So I listen to talkback radio
And I practice conversation
Hearing and patience
And I've never had a brother
But now I have a few
And we deal with our first
World problems with suitable aplomb
We learn to love the beast
We learn to dodge the bomb
And everything that matters to me
You wrote down in a song but I ask you Tom
"Where have all the kids
From the corners gone?"
It's Saturday and they're all indoors