Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
Marty Willson-Piper
In smoky museums of relics and strangers
Experts in brandy and rye
With unequalled wisdom of players and score lines
Statistics to dazzle the blind
Exchanging glances with the Germans and the Spanish
That slip in and out of your life
Throwing down their rucksacks on the sawdust floorboards
As they settle on a bottle of wine
At the end of the night
We all speak the same language
As you fall off your stool one more time
Well we all fall in love as we wave our farewells
Goodnight, goodnight
And they're never seen again
For the tourists they are
They never come back to frequent your little bar
And you can't deny
You gotta feed your mind (gotta feed your mind)
You gotta feed your mind
You gotta feed your mind (gotta feed your mind)
So you wake up that morning with a headache from Arabia
Handed down by Bedouins and slaves
And you look into the mirror and you wonder at the cost
And how much of the future you can save
With your friends all gone to India
And you're losing on the lottery
If they buy a Bombay Gin for you
Can you contemplate sobriety
Tonight, tonight
And your bookshelf's looking sparse
And the television blares
And they're travelling to Mars now as you fall off your chair
Don't you wanna try? (don't you wanna try?)
You gotta feed your mind (gotta feed your mind)
You gotta feed your mind (don't you wanna try?)
You gotta feed your mind (gotta feed your mind)
Then you're sitting on the boulevard with a girl from Argentina
Reading Le Monde in record time
And you can't decide which entrée
As you peruse the menu
So you settle on the avocado lime
Then you're sitting in your sportscar
With your number plates from Monaco
And you're headed down the coast to catch a flight
And you wake up in the hospital
With your face unrecognisable
And the nurse just comes and switches off the light
She switches off the light
The light
And nobody remembers who is missing from the corner
But if I were you I'd listen when the light comes on to warn you
You better have a life (better have a life)
You gotta feed your mind (gotta feed your mind)
You gotta feed your mind (better have a life)
You gotta feed your mind (gotta feed your mind)
Feed Your Mind was written by Marty Willson-Piper.
Feed Your Mind was produced by Andy Mason.
Marty Willson-Piper released Feed Your Mind on Tue Apr 22 2008.