Gladiola Headphones lyrics

Snare crack shot to life in New York City
June 16, 1965
The bullet races on and one day hits me
Iron crumbs, harmonica breath
Artifacts and benefactor committees
I will take that trip
I will meet you there at the museum

Running laps after school
Tied to the track and thinking just how cool
It is to have been born in the rock ‘n' roll era
Too isolated and ignorant to know
A bomb of expression exploding in the city
It completely passed me by
I'm still running to catch up

And if there was a god
She came to me through headphones
Specifically to settle me

In hot salt times
But it ain't enough to lay there in the bed alone
I need to feel the touch

The amputated skyline behind us
Over Manhattan Bridge
And when Strummer hits the stage
He reminds us
We can transform ourselves into what we believe

And though it changes through the years
It becomes increasingly clear
The ways that I need you
So come on and turn me on
Set fire to the dawn
I need you