Lyrics

A military station in the desert.

Can we resolve the past

Lurking jaws, joints of time?

The Base

To come of age in a dry place

Holes and caves.

My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains

The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap

Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show

They gave out free records to the best couple

Sades dance best, from the hip.