Noises - Ian Hunter

Noises are taking away my freedom

Noises seem to rob me of myself

Noises are the sound of mediocrity

Noises … to take that … from out of myself

Noises are taking away my casualness

Noises are making me scared

Big noises are made by big shots

Some noises should never be heard

Noises

Noises

Noises

Noises

Give me noises!

Noises are looking over my shoulder

Noises are the sound of the herd

Noises make the planet colder

Noises are noises that should never be heard

Noises

Noises

Noises

Noises will destroy me

Noises …

Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools

Who take the vapours from the mind.

Neo nothing.

Shallow kind

A ritzy Nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame

And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime

A New York butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond

Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take

Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves

Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages

Media momenta, who can prevent her

Noises, Noises, Noises, Noises

Did you find a certain street, they’re looking for thoughtless thoughts to

preach

The street, the street, they’re not your drain, while waiting in the pouring

rain

For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt

Waiting for Godot did it, then what’s happening the other end — Rewards

And gallant knights with blunted swords

Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die

And that’s the state of the nation

Noises

Noises

Noises

Noises, oh, oh, oh

I love noises!