My Spine (Is The Bassline) - Shriekback

My spine is the bassline, and the top line

Could be broken glass

All amusing views of those better men

Dirty habits' hand on the purses' strings

Quiet fear of the passing time

Gently magnify the dividing line

All this history could be blown away on a breath of lust

Trajectory, synchronicity, how the choice is made with a fresh resolve

Jamming tight up to the barrier

Down a string of nerves so these feelings go

My spine is the bassline and the top line is the distant past

All that history, all those books have gone

They’ve been blown away on a breath of lust

No Guts, No Blood: No Brains At All

(spoken)

He can rip out the chassis and gearbox, could replace it with the neck and the

chest

He can feel it in the back of the ribcage, he can kick it 'til it gets in the

sense

He’s been thinking about dying in public, he’s been tensing up his arms and his

legs

He can have you home in a heap in a heartbeat, He’ll go messing with the Civil

Defense

There’s no joy in the squander of resource, there’s more passion in the pump of

a plug

He can leave you at the club with the cashbox, he can push you at the pressure

above

(repeat, and fade)