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Airwaves (5:20):Thomas Dolby
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Airwaves (extended version) by Thomas Dolby Strange how the scale forms In tiny patterns On my antenna And the Five O' Clock show, hello, hello... Brooklyn is crawling With famous people I turn my vehicle Beneath the river, West from South Through the airwaves People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves I really should've seen through the airwaves Electric fences Line our new freeway Here in the half light The motorhomes leave Knee deep in water Under a pylon How slow my heartbeat How thin the air I'm breathing in
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Airwaves (extended version) by Thomas Dolby Strange how the scale forms In tiny patterns On my antenna And the Five O' Clock show, hello, hello... Brooklyn is crawling With famous people I turn my vehicle Beneath the river, West from South Through the airwaves People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves I really should've seen through the airwaves Electric fences Line our new freeway Here in the half light The motorhomes leave Knee deep in water Under a pylon How slow my heartbeat How thin the air I'm breathing in Through the airwaves People never read the airwaves Do we only feed the airwaves Or stamp them out at street level? Airwaves the dampness of the wind The airwaves the tension of the skin The airwaves, woah Control has enabled the abandoned wires again but the copper cables all rust in the acid rain That flood the subway With elements of our corrision Cabled in to me... Be in my broadcast When this is over Give me your shoulder I need a place to wait for morning No it was nothing Some car backfiring Please don't ask questions I itch all over Let me sleep