Frank Tovey Luddite Joe
Speeding through landscapes stopping for no one Cutting the air not avoiding the coastline Don't stop for breath there's no point in breathing There's dust on your face but it dries up the bleeding Can you hear me Are you receiving Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY Scanning the bandwidth frequency skipping Pinning your hopes on an effigy of yourself Deus ex machina is the wind that controls you There's a gun in your mouth but you're frightened to use it Can you hear me Do you receive me Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY Watching and waiting nightfall to daybreak The screeen is your window, white noise and fading Your sex is your own, gotta make do with yourself How long have you got, better face the facts there's no one else Can you hear me Are you receiving Hello, hello this is Luddite Joe Calling MAYDAY, calling MAYDAY (F.Tovey)
