Carry Me by Malcolm Middleton
Carry Me lyrics
What a letdown
I was convinced that I�d be living in hotels and breaking into houses by now.
I was under the impression that I�d be partying in Rio on yachts with my white suit on
And soft-permed women in chiffon and lycra.
When I was 6 I blew out all the candles but the machine gun and motor bike have yet to appear.
Every day I check for my super power or special ability, but it�s still in the post.
I know it is.
And every day I try to use the force, and the belief that I can fly will never leave.
I must be an undercover spy, disguised as �my life�.
I must be.
Just a little bit longer and then I can go home and reap the rewards.
It must be so obvious though. Surely I can�t be that good at my job as this all looks fake and wrong and cheap and shallow.
Or maybe I�m too good?
Anyway, not long now and then it�s back to the real life
Of the yachts and the night stars
And summer youth longing romance.
Hey, I�m sorry you�re dead
And I�m sorry that I missed Bowie�s changes.
I stumbled upon him dancing with his red shoes on
And dismissed him as a cunt.
Dancing to thought forms made true when he turned the world from black and white.
Let me sing about the hell you�re in
So it�ll take me out of my life
Let me shout of bonds and walls and thorns
I can kick you while I�m down
I�ll have to paint the most horrendous colours
To cover up my favourite chord
Knowing my luck I�ll be the first not to die
My own striving for perfection and goodness flanks me
And laughs at the failure that I am from his dizzy heights
I�ll never make it up there to become the real me.
Everything�s wrong
And it keeps getting worse
You said it�s just a product of aging
But that�s not true
It�s really all getting worse.
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