The Bridge

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G. Womb (extracts from The Bridge by Iain Banks)

Where the dull waves glitter

Like a million dull knives

Weight from all directions

Is this the last of his nine lives?

He doesn’t understand women

He doesn’t understand men

He doesn’t understand children

He doesn’t understand himself very well

Chorus

It’s a poem, it’s a song in metal and rock (x 4)

He has an inbuilt, ingrained

Dislike of clichés and cliques

Emotional sense versus logic

He places his faith in maths and physics

No romance watching the TV

No Romance watching the train

No romance waiting at the station

No romance standing in the rain

Chorus

It’s a poem, it’s a song in metal and rock

The bridge, the bridge, the bridge, the bridge (x 4)

Jostle Shake! Jostle Shake!

Half awake, half awake

Cities, kingdoms, bridges and towers

I’m sure I’m heading for them all

Can’t go long without getting somewhere

After all

A wind comes up later

Screaming through the bridge

Scouring me, flailing me

I give in, I give in!

I don’t know how you do it

I don’t know if I can

Hell, I don’t know if I want to

Hell, I don’t know if I can

It’s a poem it’s a song x8

It’s a poem, it’s a poem, it’s a poem, it’s a poem, it’s a song x4

Chorus

It’s a poem, it’s a song in metal and rock

The bridge, the bridge, the bridge, the bridge (to fade)