Electricity - Pere Ubu

Cities are stones

People aren’t important

People breed and die

They come and they go

Faithless

But stones are true

They don’t die

They don’t go anywhere

Stones talk like our fathers talk

Languages of hope & fear

That we don’t understand

Like poetry

Nobody understands

Nobody understands

All the words that we’ve cherished for so long

Fall on deaf ears

Children, hear our hopes and fears

Hope and fear

In awful solitude they and we

Speak past each other

Whispering in the dark

Strange talk

Nobody understands

Nobody understands

All the words that we’ve cherished for so long

Fall on deaf ears

Children, hear our hopes and fears

Hope and fear

The sun sets and people flee

And in the surrounding hills

They huddle against the empty darkness

Around suburban campfires

Above in the sky the stars come undone

Below in the city there’s nothing but strange talk

It feels like all the faded hopes that never were