Feed Your Mind

from Nightjar by Marty Willson-Piper

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lyrics

In smoky museums of relics and strangers
Experts in brandy and rye
With unequalled wisdom of players and score lines
Statistics to dazzle the blind

Exchanging glances with the Germans and the Spanish
That slip in and out of your life
Throwing down their rucksacks on the sawdust floorboards
As they settle on a bottle of wine

At the end of the night
We all speak the same language
As you fall off your stool one more time
Then we all fall in love as we wave our farewells
Goodnight, goodnight

And they’re never seen again
For the tourists they are
They never come back to frequent your little bar
And you can’t deny
You gotta feed your mind

So you wake up that morning with a headache from Arabia
Handed down by Bedouins and slaves
And you look into the mirror and you wonder at the cost
And how much of the future you can save

With your friends all gone to India
And you’re losing on the lottery
If they buy a Bombay Gin for you
Can you contemplate sobriety
Tonight, tonight

And your bookshelf’s looking sparse
And the television blares
And they’re travelling to Mars now as you fall off your chair
Don’t you wanna try?
You gotta feed your mind

Then you’re sitting on the boulevard with a girl from Argentina
Reading Le Monde in record time
And you can’t decide which entrée
As you peruse the menu
So you settle on the avocado lime

Then you’re sitting in your sportscar
With your number plates from Monaco
And you’re headed down the coast to catch a flight
And you wake up in the hospital
With your face unrecognisable
And the nurse just comes and switches off the light
She switches off the light
The light

And nobody remembers who is missing from the corner
But if I were you I’d listen when the light comes on to warn you
You better have a life
You gotta feed your mind