(ian hunter/tommy morrongiello)



Noises are taking away my freedom.

Noises seem to rob me of myself.

Noises are the sound of mediocrity.

Noises ... to take that ... from out of myself.

Noises are taking away my casualness.

Noises are making me scared.

Big noises are made by big shots.

Some noises should never be heard.



Noises

Noises

Noises

Noises

Give me noises!



Noises are looking over my shoulder.

Noises are the sound of the herd.

Noises make the planet colder.

Noises are noises that should never be heard.



Noises

Noises

Noises

Noises will destroy me.

Noises ...



Why not join some junky jewelswho wreck the clines on canvas fools

Who take the vapours from the mind. neo nothing. shallow kind.

A ritzy nazi owns the gamehe plays at God but that was fame

And music masturbates his mindand stones get rolled up in the slime

A new york butch becomes a blondwhile changing gears while from beyond

Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take

Owls with trowels as big as spadesdig down among those sequined graves.

Work out their agesturn the pagescaught in cageslocked in ages

Media momentawho can prevent her.



Noisesnoisesnoisesnoises



Did you find a certain streetthey're looking for thoughtless thoughts to preach

The streetthe streetthey're not your drainwhile waiting in the pouring rain

For your old lady out of workbrought the babybet your shirt

Waiting for godot did itthen what's happening the other end - rewards

And gallant knights with blunted swords

Locked away in isolationtrying to figure out why they wanna die

And that's the state of the nation.



Noises

Noises

Noises

Noisesohohoh.

I love noises!