Lexo and the Leapers - Ask Them EP - LYRICS

Time Machines

Time machines escape the fall
But cannot climb the prison wall
Nowhere to go they stumble headlong
Stumbling back to where they belong
Are you looking at my signs?
Have you noticed they're no timelines?
Can you examine them sometimes?
Can you?

Time machines colliding
Back and forth reuniting
No real chance to run away
No noble voices beckon them
Have you looked at what I've found?
In the ocean where my thoughts drown
Can you walk on it sometimes?
Can you?

Time machines, we'll buy them
I'll ride them with you
In the dreams of every page
And phases we go through
Are you coming to meet with us?
Will you be taking a seat with us
at any time in the future or the past?
Is there no one to care for you?
With any crosses to bear for you?
Or is the light always there for you fading fast

Alone Stinking and Unafraid

This time the world did
What it told me it would
You saw the balloons
You were there
Do you recall the look on the faces
Of all the exhibitors
From 50 or more places
It was a look
That has driven me
From the parade
Left me alone stinking and unafraid

Plainskin

Plainskin
The faces hurt
Let down thoughtfully
Off pencil trails
That highlight the eyes
In partial truth
How investments win out
Or brought you over
To discover a trouble
Could pass for a double
And paradise brings back amnesia
And that should certainly please ya
Plainskin
Girl of the islands
As pure as I knew you were
A dark past is soaking in
And now is the crime

Will You Show Me Your Gold?

Outstretched and glazed
He politely insisted
An exact number of days
With no direct linkage
Will you show me your gold?
Are you in the direction?
Are you part of the salt?
Will you show me your gold?
No wonder boy
You fall through the floors
And you grow increasingly heavy
'Til you fall through the floors

Fair Touching

Under the iron shop
The farewell ladies wink
Always promising no one to crush them
Always pockerfaced before bingo
Does it snap or just happen?
But a queen's prize awaits
She might rub her legs
But a queen's prize awaits
Currently fabulous
And perhaps at last the song that you sing
will have meaning

Circling Motorhead Mountain

Off the coasts of blackness
There are troops backed up
Smoking their backpacks
Testing the rocks for radio
I suppose
It's a good clean wrestling
A whipped up waiting line
It's a fast exploration
A loving bumber crop of raw power
The new juice
Ask them