Story Behind the Song
Migraine is fashion. New Age is fashion. Lonely people begin to "sell". Pills that end in -ine are fashion. Lonely people on pills ending in -ine buy random useless stuff from mini-markets just to hear someone speak to them. Mutation is fashion. Barbie is passé. Non-human friends are fashion. "Here we are now, entertain us..." (Nicosia, 2002)
Lyrics
Feather
Welcome, step the red line of my road,
I'm on Solpadeine and McFood,
A statue spying through your window,
A scarecrow dreaming of the bird
That dropped its feather on me
Last night.
I'm a greenhouse watermelon,
Pumped up square to share your mantelpiece
With neighbour Buddha pokemon,
Your locomotive miniature,
Your stolen Hilton ashtray,
Your standby paper moon.
CHORUS
Feather drop again
Feather drop again
All I want is something more than light.
Feather rise again
Feather rise again
All I want is something more than love.
Oh my friends are days,
My days are virgins locked outside my door,
My door reveals a closet
Where I lay and count my days
With Barbie sitcom replays
Barbie sitcom replays.
Barbie sitcom...
Oh my friends they got those windmill arms,
They' re numb and senseless in a way,
They never answer, never ask,
They never love, nor do they hate.
Feather drop a...
REPEAT CHORUS
Feather drop (rise) again (repeat 8 times)
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