Outbound

Steve Kilbey/Tim Powles/William Bowden/Simon Polinski

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Oct. 23, 2019]

I am, I am, I am, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am

White hippy Moses like an aphid in the roses
Universal inverse in inverted poses
Like a snort of amnesia up all of your noses
Not what the man in the street supposes

Like a real timebeing it's the shadow you're seeing
It's the aureole flying and fleeing
The central potential of colour keying
Why can't you forget all this you and me'ing

(I am, I am, I am, I am)

Sonic anathema, wake up you dreamer
I've fallen out of heaven, gonna crash on your Beemer
Big man fly, pull down a screamer
Break a femur, I'm going to Lima

Outbound
Outbound

Old Nevets Yeblik imploded in public
His nose was Roman but his taste was Catholic
He put out some magic on a piece of plastic
It's really tragic how they needed the music

Outbound (I am, I am, I am, I am)
Outbound (I am, I am, I am, I am)

Poor mangy panther, your best days behind ya
Hissing at the hunters who are trying to bind ya
Hidden in the spotlight you know they can't find ya
Feline took the wheel as they feel and blind ya

Outbound (I am, I am, I am, I am)
Outbound (I am, I am, I am, I am)

The saint who is no saint, that's the one thing he ain't
Get your own song if ya got a complaint
Turn me up louder 'cause you're coming in faint
Buckle on my Fender and listen to the pain

Outbound (I am, I am, I am, I am)
Outbound (I am, I am, I am, I am)