Interpret:

Kasabian

Album:

West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum

[spoken] 
Then I went down into the basement 
where my friend the maniac busy's himself with his electronic grafiti 
Finally his language touches me 
because he talks to the part of us 
which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls. 
In that moment poetry will be made by everyone 
and there will be emu's in the zone... 


Mist covers the ground 
In the city 
Engine rumbles quiet 
As we drift by 


I wish you could see it 
Through my crooked eye 
Oh your beauty 
Plays me just like a guitar string (it's so true)


I want your touch 
Oh how I want you far too much 
She my baby 
He's my baby 


Ahhhhh [x8] 


Days drift into one 
It's so pretty 
Travelling Wilbury's, Polly's photofits 
And this stolen car 
Is loaded with junk 
It's so dirty 
He'll be the death of me 
But that's ok 


I want your touch 
Oh how I want you far too much 
She my baby 
He's my baby 


Ahhhhh [x8]