Based on the beautiful old nursery rhyme written in 1806 by Jane Taylor, it turns a children's classic into a dark rumination on the modern nature of communications technology.
lyrics
STARS IN OUR EYES
Twinkle twinkle prying star, we don’t wonder what you are
up above our world so high, lurid rhinestone in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone you turn your piercing gaze upon
whoever would snuff out your light or won't go meekly with-out fight.
At times the traveller in the dark might thank you for your tiny spark,
but if they sense your shifty lies, you sparkle ‘til you blind their eyes,
& in the dark-blue sky you keep a watch & through our curtains peep,
to see if we are half awake, receptive to the news you fake.
But as your bright and tiny spark misguides the traveller in the dark,
I wish, I wish you were a star & I didn't know just what you are.
So, twinkle most beguiling spy until you own the Earth & Sky
& keep me calm with fairy tales & win my heart as my mind fails.
Dazzle, dazzle darkest star. Who'd save the world from what you are?
You're guided by a cunning hand, your balls & tinsel blight the land!
A voice that whispers truth is faint among the stars we choose to paint,
like little diamonds in our Sky while tits & glitz seduce the eye.
Our new God's show cannot fall flat, so twinkle, twinkle, gaudy twat!
Be-glitter me in sparkly trash, bedazzle with a golden stash
of coins to take my pain away. Noel, Noel! I want to say,
Baptise me at your vapid font & make me trivia never want.
Oh! Fill me up with careless joy & let me win that cuddly toy.
Oh! Sing and dance you ageing star; the papers told us what you are,
& where & when & whom you'd had. A little mud is not that bad
when flung by men who blur the truth, by slipping gin in your vermouth.
So let them build a paradise as Armageddon's danced On Ice.
All that glitters never fades; no scars nor tears to hide with shades.
The Glimmer Twins will never age & Heaven's never in a rage.
Dad’s Army’s on a painless loop. Toothless, we slurp nostalgia soup.
I hope, I hope I'm paranoid & all my worries turn out void
of truth & credibility, then I'll embrace the New TV.
Now heaven's here! It’s yours! It’s mine! On channels 1 to 999.
No need to wonder who we are if we just watch that twinkling star.
credits
from Inhuman Resources,
released September 5, 2022
Tom Kingsley - vox; Andy Fung - drums, bass, insect noises & BV; Frank Naughton - keyboards & FX, Paul Battenbough - melodica & BV
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