Memory of the Future
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โฑ๏ธ 7:15 duration
๐ ID: 25515736
๐ Lyrics
Baby can you feel
Memory of the future
Is it a memory
Memory of the future
Long hair got in his eyes
Song stuck to the smile
When they finally woke him up
He had trouble opening his eyes
His ears were blocked
He felt the scalpel edge of fear ripping holes in his stomach
String peg nipples
Guitar case
Betty blues
He looked around to see who was there
The phone rang
Snow drift highway
Late-night talk radio
There was a set of dentures in a glass by the bed
Instinctively he reached for his wallet
He stared into a pool of dreams
Dreaming the thoughts of fish
In the fuzzy twilight
The shadows in the street looked like monsters
Chopstick menace
Smack-stuck, slapstuck romance
In a Chapstick razor wind
A half-eaten plate of Norwegian salmon lay in tattered ruins
Among the glasses and half-smoked butts on the floor
Lead Mott Street skies
No Zinc Club blues
Abandoned half-baked meringue
On Horn & Hardart masonite trays
He thought of his mother
He thought of the automat
The space shuttle
Jersey cows and poison lollipops
As the dry heaves rose in his chest
Baby what you feel
About naked couture
Is it a memory of the future
His friends told him about a Norwegian dancer
He named himself after a fascist
Now she tells everybody she's a communist
Baby can you feel
Act of the butcher
Is it a memory of the future
Last time he called her baby
She removed his front tooth
And showed him real human testicles
That she keeps in a jar beside her bed
Baby can you feel
The thread and the suture
Is it a memory of the future
He felt a warm liquid trickle down his leg
He still could not get out of bed
No riches in heart
No trickle down, trickle down
He crawled on the floor looking for a line
But all he could find was dust
Desires and tears
The monkey mirrors of her eyes
He hoped he was alone
As he reached for one of the butts
Scattered like roaches on the floor
Baby what you see
Is what you're gonna get
Could be your teacher
Be your teacher
Is it just a memory of the future
Baby what you see
Is what you get
Just a memory
Of the future
Just another memory
Of the future
Memory of the future
Is it a memory
Memory of the future
Long hair got in his eyes
Song stuck to the smile
When they finally woke him up
He had trouble opening his eyes
His ears were blocked
He felt the scalpel edge of fear ripping holes in his stomach
String peg nipples
Guitar case
Betty blues
He looked around to see who was there
The phone rang
Snow drift highway
Late-night talk radio
There was a set of dentures in a glass by the bed
Instinctively he reached for his wallet
He stared into a pool of dreams
Dreaming the thoughts of fish
In the fuzzy twilight
The shadows in the street looked like monsters
Chopstick menace
Smack-stuck, slapstuck romance
In a Chapstick razor wind
A half-eaten plate of Norwegian salmon lay in tattered ruins
Among the glasses and half-smoked butts on the floor
Lead Mott Street skies
No Zinc Club blues
Abandoned half-baked meringue
On Horn & Hardart masonite trays
He thought of his mother
He thought of the automat
The space shuttle
Jersey cows and poison lollipops
As the dry heaves rose in his chest
Baby what you feel
About naked couture
Is it a memory of the future
His friends told him about a Norwegian dancer
He named himself after a fascist
Now she tells everybody she's a communist
Baby can you feel
Act of the butcher
Is it a memory of the future
Last time he called her baby
She removed his front tooth
And showed him real human testicles
That she keeps in a jar beside her bed
Baby can you feel
The thread and the suture
Is it a memory of the future
He felt a warm liquid trickle down his leg
He still could not get out of bed
No riches in heart
No trickle down, trickle down
He crawled on the floor looking for a line
But all he could find was dust
Desires and tears
The monkey mirrors of her eyes
He hoped he was alone
As he reached for one of the butts
Scattered like roaches on the floor
Baby what you see
Is what you're gonna get
Could be your teacher
Be your teacher
Is it just a memory of the future
Baby what you see
Is what you get
Just a memory
Of the future
Just another memory
Of the future