The New Joys Songtext
von Joel Plaskett

The New Joys

Blind Spots
Craned my neck, looked back
Saw dots connecting broken track

Hearts down the alley
Start rallying real love
Shall we show it?
We reaped it, we ripped it
So now we sew it

Eyes were open but can′t be sure
Exactly what I was looking for other than myself
Still some days, I hate to say
I just have eyes to look away


Words upon words, hooks into hooks
Can't undo, can′t run through, can't uncook the books
What's old where nothing′s new?
So we hold our breath
Hit the wall
Half the time we fall
Other times we hang our heads
Blame it on our parents, their parents
This country, these threads
Or the first two words, after the title of course
Lay nothing on The New Joys

When we′re not busy thinking too much
I suppose we should be thinking this through
We look down at the road
Think, "This is rough"
Then up at the clouds
Thinking, "Now that's enough"

Words - still weaving
Hemmed in by them now
"Some days" he says "they′re all I've got."
Should I say this out loud?


But then there′s you
Outside this high definition
The real 2020
Vision of beauty
Not just on this channel but the whole shebang
Moving truth
Not "shot through with explanation"
Upstairs
There are no holes in this story
Only windows in

I'm rarely up before the sun and this half dream
The one where I′m in your parlour, is fading fast
The other half's still caught up with the cats in the kitchen
Dishes to do
Yawning now
Dawning on me
"It's hard to learn the ropes when you′re not up against them"

Listening
Talking slower
′Til you wind me up and we wind up somewhere else
Time's up somewhere else
But not here, not yet

Thoughts to matter
Form from force
What are we doing?
Why, we′re performing, of course

Try as I might
To get these words right
Come on- type-write- tear it up
Are you stuck?
Stuck in the snow?
Can we roll?
Roll through with the White Out?
Best foot forward?
Nah, best turn the light out
Sleep
Let's sleep on it, babe
Baby, please don′t go
Down to Nouvelle Écosse
Through This Cold Triangle
Stay close
Okay - hit 'em all if you must - every angle
Unity′s not mutually exclusive
When The Old Boys Club can book a room at The New Joys Inn

Goddamn, you're a character but I can't find the key for you
This? This afternoon?
Tea for two?
Maybe then I get a clearer picture
What is in fact true
This blue you′ve been through
And where you′re going
And how close to follow when it's snowing