Frog Eyes – Crystal Blip lyrics

You're a crystal blip
On a TV screen
Flare for a second and then fade to the screams
Of a million righteous scrambled pixels and then
There has got to be some that slip away

You're a scrambled shard on a radio
A blasted blip from a blasted stereo
And a million righteous bangers scream
"there has got to be one that slips away"

You're a notch on a sword
You're a nail on the board
You should never be born, not with all these plans to abort
Wishing all these boats back to the edge of the bay
Tie them fast and don't let one slip away

You're a publican, with a shiny tooth
You sue your mouth with the greenest truths
You shall rise from the fall of the Americans
And lead yourself out of some fray
You shall float upon the slick of the greasiest day

When you run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, because you
Run, run, run, because you're
Wrong when you run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, because you
Run, run, run, because you're wrong

You're a barrister at the end of a dream
Taxing one hundred fairies so they might cross your stream
Solace in the heart of the mariner
Who is taking his craft and floating away

Your sabbatical is a gift to the sun
Take this cover-cloud and wrap it around where you might be stunned
Lightning has a way of striking anyone who stands in the path of an oil man
Who shall float in the wake of an oil man
Who shall float upon the slick of an oil man
He shall walk right to the center, saying that's all for today

When you run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, because you
Run, run, run, because you're
Wrong when you run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, because you
Run, run, run, because you're wrong

And don't forget
That the demons struck
And blow their holes by the sea
A chair shall rust
By the beach's blustery bluffs
Up there as it strikes the day

And don't forget that the demons struck
And they blow their holes by the bay
Today, today
You are righteous, you are righteous today

And you're on the phone and you pray for snow
But snow has evolved, it's no longer snow
Weight on the limbs of a family man
Who shall walk onto some stage
Who shall walk onto some stage
Who shall harness your audience's rage
Who will play his dark horn on the edge of some stage

When you run, run, run, run, run
When you run, run, run, run, run
When you run, run, run, run, run
When you run, run, run, run, run
Because you're wrong