City Country City Songtext

The city smells of you, woke up in dope-sick stupor,

I'm here, I lay awake in case you needed me

For when I fall asleep I'm hard to shake, what with the pills I have to take

To force the dreams back to the bottom of the arsehole of my mind



Country smells of taunting spiteful train-tracks,

And the faces that peer out along the way to somewhere I'm afraid to go

Smells of sun-bleached stones and sitting out reading de Sade

On April evenings, with the dusk accentuating every syllable


The country smells of hope, of hope for progression

Progression, and I will progress in spite of what I say,

Country smells of memories and words that I might speak

Or I might sing to you, if you were not so fuckin far away



City pierces sky, country hugs the dirt, and I here someplace in-between,

Not quite the wind, not quite the soil,

City reeks of loves I long to gain, the country, loves that I destroyed

And destroyed all that they had touched, and they touched me, they silenced me



The night-time smells of scheming and of plotting,

In the morning it's forgotten,

For the morning smells of cold reality

The night-time is that city and that sky with stars obscured by neon etchings

From the gutters to the rooftops, never dimmin, never die

Never dimmin, never die