Stereolab - The Flower Called Nowhere

All the small boats on the water
Aren't going anywhere
Surely they must be loaded with
More than simple matter

Floating on top and gracefully
Tending to the same pole
All the small boats on the water
Going nowhere

(Is it true that none of them)
Will ever break free and sail?
Feel the night is made of rocks
The stagnant mass

(Is it true that none of them)
Will ever break free and sail?
Break free from the stagnant things
Left in obscurity
Left in obscurity

All the faces with their eyes closed
Giving a smile (weightless)
Like a body that would vacate
To its own light

(Is it true that none of these)
Contented happy faces
Will not ever hear a cry
Won't hear a cry?

(Is it true that none of these)
Contented happy faces
Will not ever hear a cry?
Filled with love not with de-sire
Love not desire

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All the small boats on the water
Aren't going anywhere
Surely they must be loaded with
More than simple matter

Floating on top and gracefully
Tending to the same pole
All the small boats on the water
Going nowhere

(Is it true that none of them)
Will ever break free and sail?
Break free from the stagnant things
Left in obscurity

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