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