Gearslip
Album: E-mails & Killer Wails
By: Chris MacAlister
By: Chris MacAlister
Duration
2:49
Genres
Description
A song about brain freeze set alongside the metaphor of driving.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Now I fell that it must be some kind of habit, That's got me rolling round inside my head, And I just can't quite grab it, It keeps teasing me with glimpses of what I wish convey, But I find these words are not my friend, And language just gets in my way, Chorus Oo-oo, a gear slip within my brain, I got the window wipers working, But they can't keep up with all this rain, Oo-oo, it's impeding on my sight, When your mind is like a motor car, Sometimes you don't like driving through the night, Verse 2 It's like I'm driving in circles, I'm repeating all my thoughts, And then you think you're making progress, But the sat nav tells you you are lost, And when I finally feel I am stumbling on the words, I emerge from all the speed bumps, And find that I am in reverse, Chorus Bridge In some clapped out banger, But I'm saving up my money, before I hit one more disaster, It's getting busy inside, yeah I'm steaming up the windows, And I bet it looks real dodgy from the outside,