Nobody cried when the last radio DJ died
He might have been a decent guy, with a great collection of 45s
But there was no one left to hear them, to hear his strong opinions
To listen to his stories about the band he used to be in
And he looked like he was sleeping, slumped on the mixer in Studio B and
You and I searched the station for provisions and supplies
I took some novelty sunglasses they'd once given as a prize
Which I still wear all these years later on the other side of the equator
These mirrored aviators reflect the whitecaps and the breakers
Yes, I am quite a stylish sailor
All that I need is just you and the sea
And some food and fresh water and something to read
An endless vista, the fancy pen I got for my bar mitzvah
And a semi-decent pair of water skis
That's all I need
The beach of broken glass is turning back into the sand it was made with
Is this what the Mariner meant when he said dry land is a myth?
I know I once proclaimed I loved the things that people make
But come on, for heaven's sake, everybody makes mistakes
I miss the trees I miss the lakes, I hate the things that people break
Down at the edge of this churning shifting floating raft of flotsam
There's a colony of concrete gannets the ornithologist has forgotten
We set them all up in a row, and we put on an epic show
You play an improvised banjo, strings made out of nylon rope
Stretched on a mannequin torso, look how wild the gannets go
There's some magic here I know, this pelagic archipelago
All that I need is just you and the sea
And this souvenir shirt and this old DVD
Of the Jerk (it doesn't work), and this toy Star Trek phaser
And my blazer with the patches and the tweed
That's all I need
All that I need is you and the sea
And this picture of us recording 'No Peace'
A few moments of glory I'll exaggerate in stories
That I'll scrawl on scraps and ask you to proofread
That's all I need
And a melody that goes one, two, one, two, three
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
That's all I need
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Nobody cried when the last radio DJ died
He might have been a decent guy, with a great collection of 45s
But there was no one left to hear them, to hear his strong opinions
To listen to his stories about the band he used to be in
And he looked like he was sleeping, slumped on the mixer in Studio B and
You and I searched the station for provisions and supplies
I took some novelty sunglasses they'd once given as a prize
Which I still wear all these years later on the other side of the equator
These mirrored aviators reflect the whitecaps and the breakers
Yes, I am quite a stylish sailor
All that I need is just you and the sea
And some food and fresh water and something to read
An endless vista, the fancy pen I got for my bar mitzvah
And a semi-decent pair of water skis
That's all I need
The beach of broken glass is turning back into the sand it was made with
Is this what the Mariner meant when he said dry land is a myth?
I know I once proclaimed I loved the things that people make
But come on, for heaven's sake, everybody makes mistakes
I miss the trees I miss the lakes, I hate the things that people break
Down at the edge of this churning shifting floating raft of flotsam
There's a colony of concrete gannets the ornithologist has forgotten
We set them all up in a row, and we put on an epic show
You play an improvised banjo, strings made out of nylon rope
Stretched on a mannequin torso, look how wild the gannets go
There's some magic here I know, this pelagic archipelago
All that I need is just you and the sea
And this souvenir shirt and this old DVD
Of the Jerk (it doesn't work), and this toy Star Trek phaser
And my blazer with the patches and the tweed
That's all I need
All that I need is you and the sea
And this picture of us recording 'No Peace'
A few moments of glory I'll exaggerate in stories
That I'll scrawl on scraps and ask you to proofread
That's all I need
And a melody that goes one, two, one, two, three
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
That's all I need
He might have been a decent guy, with a great collection of 45s
But there was no one left to hear them, to hear his strong opinions
To listen to his stories about the band he used to be in
And he looked like he was sleeping, slumped on the mixer in Studio B and
You and I searched the station for provisions and supplies
I took some novelty sunglasses they'd once given as a prize
Which I still wear all these years later on the other side of the equator
These mirrored aviators reflect the whitecaps and the breakers
Yes, I am quite a stylish sailor
All that I need is just you and the sea
And some food and fresh water and something to read
An endless vista, the fancy pen I got for my bar mitzvah
And a semi-decent pair of water skis
That's all I need
The beach of broken glass is turning back into the sand it was made with
Is this what the Mariner meant when he said dry land is a myth?
I know I once proclaimed I loved the things that people make
But come on, for heaven's sake, everybody makes mistakes
I miss the trees I miss the lakes, I hate the things that people break
Down at the edge of this churning shifting floating raft of flotsam
There's a colony of concrete gannets the ornithologist has forgotten
We set them all up in a row, and we put on an epic show
You play an improvised banjo, strings made out of nylon rope
Stretched on a mannequin torso, look how wild the gannets go
There's some magic here I know, this pelagic archipelago
All that I need is just you and the sea
And this souvenir shirt and this old DVD
Of the Jerk (it doesn't work), and this toy Star Trek phaser
And my blazer with the patches and the tweed
That's all I need
All that I need is you and the sea
And this picture of us recording 'No Peace'
A few moments of glory I'll exaggerate in stories
That I'll scrawl on scraps and ask you to proofread
That's all I need
And a melody that goes one, two, one, two, three
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
That's all I need
Writer: Mathias Kom
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave