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Driving Aloud (Radio-Storm) [Alternate Lyrics]

Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians
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Take a breath, take a breath, take a breath Honey, take it on me 'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape And it's easy to see I've been X-raying you since you walked into here You got nothing to hope, you got nothing to fear Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease Make mincemeat of your passion on days like these And everything you say is like sugar The sweeter it gets you know I lick it away Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Ahhh With a knot in your heart you're afraid of the galaxy way And I hand you a tape of my song Which you always mislay And your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TV You're so vulnerable honey, now you're fatter than me I got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk I'd sign it for you dude if you'd only request Everything you say is like iron It smashes me up but it's brittle inside Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Ahhh You need love, baby love, baby love Don't you throw it away It's the musk on your tongue and your hoof That are making me stay In a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoon Cutting paper napkins into little crescent moons Decision making apparatus can't survive your death Good morning Mr. Seagrove, have you met my dead friend Seth? No Seth, I haven't had that notion yet But everything you say is like acid It eats me away but there's something inside Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Ahhh What am I going to do with myself if I lose you? What am I going to do with myself if you stay? Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead and Jesus could fly No sweat, no sweat at all but everything you say is a notion It's keeping me up but it's keeping me blind Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Ahhh Yeah, radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Ahhh