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Highstrung
Words and music by Joanna Stingray and Boris Grebenschikov

Well it’s a big big city with a telephones sky
Give it a spin let’s give it a try
There walks a lady with a petrified hair
A garden of delights with a military stare
The earth is shaking as she’s doing her rounds
She’s a qualified consumer of contemporary sounds
She’s talking in the bathroom, she’s talking in bed
Emotional tape-loops running in her head she’s so

Highstrung
What do you do with a lady who’s drunk
Highstrung
Will you get hip to it oh good god
Highstrung
A fit of hysteria when the telephone’s rung
Highstrung
What do you get for it oh good god

Well the night is over freedom is lost
Throw out your guests untie your boss
Horses swimming in a three o’clock tide
Well you ain’t no husband and she ain’t no bride
Come on let ‘s give it a chance why not
Welcome to a freezer if you’re so hot
A diamond cutter with a heart of glass
It’s original history of modern jazz

Highstrung
What do you do with a lady who’s drunk
Highstrung
Will you get hip to it oh good god
Highstrung
A fit of hysteria when the telephone’s rung
Highstrung
What do you get for it oh good god