Brazzaville - Foreign Disaster Days

Fades like a super 8 Shot from above the parade My mother the sad young Jew Glimpsed in a dream or two She’s always my saving grace Love beneath the waves Memories of her face Drag me down like heroin Foreign Disaster Days Well there’s nothing like a car bomb Window shopping at three All she ever wanted Was a lighthouse by the sea She's always my saving grace.... Carnaval scene gone strange A little word stuck in my brain We float down the avenue My father a ghostly blue He's always my saving grace....