Losing definition, fading into you
And I do not know what it is that I'm supposed to do
Keeping up the image I'm keeping up the pace
Hang a sign around my neck saying 'Watch this space'
It's all smoke and mirrors
A toxic waste, a plastic crutch
A soft embrace, a lover's touch
They're throwing sticks at the moon
Radio's playing out of tune
And I, I need you so
More than I ever needed anyone
And I know, I'm so heavy dear
It's so hard to carry when I can only sing one song
It's all smoke and mirrors
A toxic waste, a plastic crutch
A soft embrace, a lover's touch
They're throwing sticks at the moon
Hold me, hold me, hold me
For me this is both a beautiful song on a literal level and an allegory for living the socialist life - 'you wish all the wrong things in the world could be right'... 'If we collect all the strays and make them feel safe, there'll be some more out there to keep us awake.' Chris Clark
Welsh art-rock group HMS Morris make music full of plot twists; explosive, colorful rhythms can turn into shadowy introspection on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020