Parry The Wind High, Low Lyrics - Frank Black

And if a ship meets your car 

You know you can't go real far 

Well, they could treat you real nice 

Or put a tracking device 

Way down inside 

I'm checking out inventions 

At the UFO convention tonight 

Planes above the Hilton make it sunny 

Brought my money tonight 

Blue blond ladies of abduction 

Strumming guitars of instruction tonight 

A lot of wannabe truckers making eyes 

With starfuckers tonight 

I've got my hands on some sights 

Electric glasses with lights 

They got me feeling deluxe 

For just a couple of bucks 

Way down inside 

I'm getting patterns from a trekker 

And it sounds like soul records to me 

They're waving hi from some gazebo 

Waving on to Arecibo to me 

I'm getting patterns from a trekker 

Sounds like soul records to me 

I'm getting patterns from a trekker 

Sounds like Desmond Dekker to me 

Sleep machine 

In your silo 

Transmarine 

Things you've never seen 

Parry the wind high, low