Something Strange/Angelo Nero/Spirit Of Radio - Catherine Wheel

All that I’ve come to feeling

Is a plastic wig???

All that is grown

Is a plastic doll

Days so excited

All is just the things

All, all

Come down and see us win

Keepers caught in clear???

All those good times

Is it much too fast

Deep inside the train

So imagination takes you there

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

And it’s something strange

This evil always locked away inside

'Cos I don’t think I’ve ever felt so hypnotized

I’m scared

And Justified

And did you care

With your nose stuck in the air

That the messages were clear

Angelo Nero you’re here

And it’s a big decision down by the corn field

Yeah he’s just poison — oh the mother’s milk

And only for the reason that was how he felt

And he did he care

That his arrogance was clear

And the messages were clear

Had some injustice done

Had some injustice done and it’s a deep incision

In the reach of the circumcise

A single penetration enough to satisfy

A little consolation for the ripped insides

And the liquid moved as she opened up the scar

A deep, richer red, just like a racing car

Such a sight to see

A real emergency

Angelo Nero you’re here

Angelo Nero you’re here

Angelo Nero you’re here

Angelo Nero you’re here

One likes to believe in the freedom of music

Begin the day with a friendly voice

A companion, unobtrusive

Plays that song that’s so elusive

And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way

Hit the open road

There is magic at your fingers

And the music that ever lingers

Undemanding contact

In your happy solitude

Invisible airwaves crackle with life

Bright antennae bristle with the energy

Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength

Bearing a gift beyond life that’s almost free

All this machinery is making modern music

Can still be open-hearted

Not so coldly charted

It’s really just a question of your honesty

Yeah your honesty

One likes to believe in the freedom of music

But glittering prizes and endless compromises

Shatter the illusion of integrity

Invisible airwaves crackle with life

Bright antennae bristle with the energy

Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength

Bearing a gift beyond life that’s almost free

And the words of the profits are written on the studio walls, concert hall

Echoes with the sounds of salesmen

Of salesmen

Freedom to believe

Freedom to believe

Freedom to believe