Transatlantic Confusion

Transatlantic Confusion

I’ve seen this view from a starlit sky
And one that’s blasting down with rain
I saw it from a beach on the northern coast
And then I saw it from the skies again
I saw it next from a preacher’s den
With the blood of a thousand saints
And then I got a job in a business firm
And I endured it ’til I felt faint

I said
Transatlantic Confusion blocks my way
Tell the President
Transatlantic
It bleeds through my veins every day
Hey!

I’ve seen this view from an opium den
I hired a pimp to pay my wage
I saw it next from an art gallery
But Shoreditch just made me age
I saw it next from the camouflage
On a blitz in Vietnam
And then I sold my soul to Christiania
I forgot about who I am

I said
Transatlantic Confusion blocks my way
Tell the President
Transatlantic
It bleeds through my veins every day
Hey!

And so I went on the run
And I rented a room
In the JFK Hotel
I slept quite well on the first night there
But then I couldn’t stand the smell
So if you’ve seen this view from a bluer sky
Give me your number and I’ll send you a text
You might meet me on the road alone
Depending where you travel next

I said
Transatlantic Confusion blocks my way
Tell the President
Transatlantic
It bleeds through my veins every day
I said
Transatlantic Confusion blocks my way
Tell the President
Transatlantic
It bleeds through my veins every day
Hey!

Lyrics: Aidan Cross
Music (original version): Cross/Lee/Quinn-Harvie/Sarsen
Music (Weimar version): Cross/Kloos/Armstrong/Edwards

Originally recorded by The Bacillus, 2011

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