Song for Randy Newman Etc. Songtext
von The Chills

Can you hear sounds forming in your head?
Do they say more than you′ve ever said?
Will you share them, will you hold 'em instead
People take so much, they use and discard
If you try to touch, their rules are hard
They may still return your gifts unopened

Others made the same mistake
Men like Wilson, Barrett, Walker Drake
On the journey they were forced to make

People take so much then leave if you lean
You have no safe crutch, except your own conviction
It drives your lovers and keeps at bay the others
They flee the starving artist or bleed to feed his heart


Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger

In New Zealand our volcanoes and towns
Rest together in peace, keep their roots in the ground
But that stone and wood explodes in a rage
If you can′t accept a cage, then you threaten danger
Patrons will not feed you longer than they need to
Your all-consuming passion will leave you craving love

Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger

Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger