Kid Stuff - Sinead O'Brien, Paul Banks

I am in my finest hour

Recently emerged from increasingly submerged

Head full of junk and nothin'

Where junk is not worth its weight in time

Or conversation

So I do not

Yeah

Kid stuff

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

Picture a portrait of yourself

And that is what you are

Cropped

Master the edit

The length and get the whole head in

Not only a mouth talking

Not again

We are not ready for that yet

Not again

Spend time on it

Meditate a ring around the sun

Not to leave until I know it

That which I ignore

Choose shoes only for reinforcement

Unnecessary accessories

For the portrait

But the beautiful booming pony sound

The spirit of a horse following me out

Up and down stark pavement slates

Riding over scattered shadows

Reminds me

That I am still on the run

That which is not lost is not gone

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

Kid Stuff

Which waiting gracefully for me

In dusky evening

In late night reverie

Now waiting in the light of day

At my garden gate

For me

The second wave coming

Reminds me

That I am still on the run

That which is not lost

Is not gone

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

We are the public eye and mouth and hand

Watching over landscape

From which we have been extracted

Smoked out of the streets

Led in

We watch nothing

Go around and around

In freedom

We are on a dangerous wind

Of changing pace

Shadow walking to the future

Watching clocks, kettles

Sunset after sunset

For a sign of change

Washing lines heavy with cargo

I do not need

Hanging from my lines

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

The conversations sound like interviews

From cool blue screens

An impression of a soul you once knew

Through filter and distorted interview

And you talk and you talk

Of Kid Stuff and all of that

Someone quiet and important told me

To turn my mind toward

That which I ignore

To spend time on it

To meditate a ring around the sun

Not to leave until I know it

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

Someone quiet said that

Someone that I forgot

Someone I ignore

That which I ignore

Which waiting gracefully for me

In dusky evening

In late night reverie

Now waiting in the light of day

At my garden gate

For me

The second wave coming

Reminds me

That I am still on the run

That which is not lost

Is not gone

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

Kid stuff

Someone quiet and important told me

To spend time on it

To meditate a ring around the sun

Not to leave until I know it

That which I ignore

That which I ignore

Someone quiet said that

Someone that I forgot

Someone young

Someone I ignore

Kid stuff

And all of that