Jul 1, 2015

I Feel No Thoughts To Move My Head


World Outside
The Psychedelic Furs (1991)
The final studio album from one of my favorite bands was released fourteen years ago on my 11th birthday.


The album wasn't as big of a hit as the band's earlier work from the 80's, but it's very good and worth listening to.  The first single, Until She Comes, is especially good.  It's a love song on the surface, but it has been reported that the girl who Richard Butler is singing about is a metaphor for drug addiction.
Until she comes again
I can hear the things she said
I feel no thoughts to move my head
Until she comes again

And with her step I move my feet
And with her hand I feel my skin
And with her need I find I'm saved
And with her dreams I'm laid

Until she comes again
The sun goes out and night comes in
The time goes 'round and day grows dim
Until she comes again

And with her step I move my feet
And with her hand I feel my skin
And with her need I find I'm saved
And with her dreams I'm laid

I can't be saved from my wounds
Until she comes
I can't be saved from my wounds
Until she comes

Until she comes again
With all my saving and my sins
There's no good reason to begin
Until she comes again

And with her step I move my feet
And with her hand I feel my skin
And with her need I find I'm saved
And with her dreams I'm laid

I can't be saved from my wounds
Until she comes
I can't be saved from my wounds
Until she comes

Until she comes again
With all her dreams tied in her hand
There is no why to understand
Until she comes again

Until she comes again
The sun goes out and night comes in
The time goes 'round and day grows dim
Until she comes again