เนื้อเพลง Hello, Goodbye - Nomeansno

Of course I think about it
I think about it all the time
Things cross your mind, you can't help it
What you said, what I said
What you did, what I did
But it's all in the past now, what's the difference
You can't change it

I will never be the same I will never change
It will be a long time

When I think about it now, I know you were right
There were too many secrets to keep
Too many obstacles to overcome
And all that talk just made me tired
When I think about it now
When I think about you
I know you were right

You will never be the same you will never change
It will be a long time

I like the graveyard shift
It's quiet, I can read all night
I don't mind wearing a uniform
I don't mind walking in the dark
You make your rounds, you check all the locks
And when the sun rises, when everyone is getting up
You punch out and go home

It will never be the same it will never change
It will be a long time

Sunken wrecks rise from the
Sand silent ships on dry land
While waves are crashing overhead
We cultivate our tulip beds
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We're under the sea
We're under the sea

Sail on, look for me I'm floating
Under the sea

Comrade, are we still alive?
Yes, the righteous will abide
Comrade, must we stand alone?
Does cold rain fall on hard stone?
Beneath the flood no one survives
Build a wall and stay alive hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We're under the sea we're under the sea

Sail on, look for me I'm floating
Under the sea

Comrade, do you hear the sound
Of water dripping on wet ground?
Comrade, are those tears I see
Like stars above the Zuider Zee?
Like rain upon a dark sea wall
Will those tear drops ever fall?
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We're under the sea we're under the sea

Sail on, look for me I'm floating

Comrade, d'you hear that? it's water it's rushing water

In our town, murders, happen everyday
When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play
In our town, friday, is payroll day
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display
In our town, murders, happen everyday
There are whores walking the streets
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
We've got cops walking the beat
Stopping all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole
Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low
In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard
The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard
In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard

There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh
There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath
There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death
There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town

Muezzins, call form the minarets
Monks bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke their cigarettes
In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day
Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display
In our town, the river, smells of oil and sh*t
A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores walking the streets
Stopping all the strangers they meet
We've got cops walking the beat
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range
The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days
In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, curse the working man
Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands

[Refrains]

In our town the sirens answer to 911
Another soul is flying free from another mother's son
In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside
Up to the morning sun they rise
The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries
A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light
In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside

Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh
A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light
I want to kiss it and make it feel better
I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter
But I'm sick of it already I'm just a little too high
We'll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights
The bouncer is a friend of mine, he'll get us in all right
But when we kiss, please don't look me in the eye
When our tongues are twisted, just close them tight
Don't you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight?

I do
I'm just a little too high

Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs
Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes
A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms
Yours finger spread like starfish
It won't do you no harm - so why do you cry?
You're just a little too high
Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the street, black cars and white cars meet
Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble
Shots ring out from down the street, skirts ride clear of thighs, hair tumbles
Anger and vomit collide with a right cross
You look a little sick, you look a little lost
You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile
Excuse me?
You're just a little too

Tangled intravenous tubes, the smell of alcohol and glue
A dildo candle in a skull, you know the routine very well
Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws
And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws
A friend's space, just beds in a place
Is that a nipple? is that a cock?
Surely something sensuous has trickled over us
Like streams of come on porcelain, like cold rain on a rock
We are multi-coloured candies, sweet and hard
Or the salty, jagged edges of crystal quartz
And as you roll over the covers
From one mouth to another
I almost miss you, I almost say goodbye
But I'm a little too high

You will not follow me
Hello, Goodbye

Take the first turn and head straight south
A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park
Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot
Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign
There you are, there you are
Wait a minute, I see, I see

Hello, goodbye

You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs
A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history
To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak
To the west bay windows letting in the light
A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night
you stand over there and I'll stay here
Now I see, now I see

Hello, goodbye
You will not follow me
A prophet without disciples
A teacher without students
A shepherd without sheep
Wait a minute, I see, I see
You three, follow me, yes you three, follow me
Follow me
You will not follow me

The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar
And the smoke must be of white ash, cypress and fragrant cedar
While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames
You hand me up the cup and I'll read the book
And then together we'll all sing
What shall we sing? what shall we sing?
You will not follow me