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Algeria Touchshriek Lyrics
My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide intellect
I'm also a broken man
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken man
Oh, I dream of something like that
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Submitted by
saturnine On Apr 09, 2004
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Sounds like a part in the "1984" book when both the main character and Julia went up to this room and looked around where this place was in the outskirts of town where all the lower class people were. bowie's awesome.
about a man on inner immigration, who needs company of his own
This man is obviously lonely. This is one of the five segues from the 1995 album, 1.Outside. He is one of many suspects in the murder of Baby Grace Blue...read the liner notes in the album. It'll explain everything.
I love his name. Touchshriek. Like, you touch him and he'll shriek. So sad. "Watching the young advance all electric." What a beautiful description of youth, from the viewpoint of a tired old man who was left behind.