Broken Radio #1 Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

At the platform's end, where the crowd grew thin 

and the light was dim on our shoes 

where we sat there so tense, 

not to touch though we meant to (I think) 

There was no will, no spell 

to breach the night and stop the talk 

She tossed her hair and home did walk 

Broken radio 

Broken radio 

On the day that I was born 

there was no big flash and no great storm 

but the man read the news in Dutch and warned, 

"I'm gonna play 'Je T'aime' on my hunting horn." 

In my cradle I was most impressed-- 

So this is what you call success 

Black Seamus cried, "My shamrock has died 

and my father's gone back to Peru." 

The frost-damp town wore a fat-guts frown 

and the DJ's played Brian Bor 

The Sunday's sticky, home with rain 

Sedition never entertained 

Broken radio 

Broken radio 

Murder the past and all who sail in it 

If the past is a wreck then all who sail in it 

make me realize it's time to move on 

but all the ships and the planes have gone 

I'm in a savage place with a timid song 

Mumbled words...[maybes?]