Surreal Thing Songtext
von The Blue Aeroplanes

Claudette takes the case
In a hotel room
Pizzicato strings and bass
Definitive movie theme tune
I love that spy chic
We turn the other
In washed-out colour
And jokes to match
Premium goods
Like Monica Vitti

Bed him bed her bed of gain
Bed of roses bed of pain
Bed of loving on a flower bed
Your unbloom′d poetry is in your head

Surreal thing
You've got everything
A boat-shaped sky
In a doughnut ring
Surreal thing


A bond and a baby
The odds are stacked
He′s odd
You're stacked
I see you see yourself in me
I heard this call as a truce, a pact
Face it baby
You're stacked

Well, I′m watching this
And we′re weirder than the TV
How's it going to end?
Lend me the wherewithal
To start as friends
Where we mean to end
Spend in you

Surreal thing
You′ve got everything
A head made out
Of the songs you sing
Surreal thing

Bed him bed her bed of gain
Bed of roses bed of pain
Bed of loving on a flower bed
Your unbloom'd poetry is in his head


Now, back at the movie
There′s money and goods
There's always money
Claudette takes it with her
Age cannot hold her

Violins swell
Money is scattered
All over the floor
Till the floor melts
As ever, as always
You want more

Surreal thing
You′ve got everything
A moonstone dress
And a dolphin wing
Surreal thing

Now, watching this
You're weirder than the movie
How does it end?
Lend me the wherewithal
To spend in you