John Cooper Clarke - Strange Bedfellows [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

A copper's nark...
The cautious talk of a city under suspicion
A perfumed collision...
With the real meaning of a girl

Working in the dark... from the velvet shadows...
In the... black-wood of engines
YOU'RE in suspension...
In the best of all possible worlds

Furnished rooms...
In tune... with the frozen taste of money
A broken television
Flickers in the corner of one eye

A variety show
That goes below......the freezing point of numbers
To understand.....an episode
Of a dream that money can buy

When a necromancer's crucifix....
And fifty dead assistants...
A beer by a dried UP fountain
It's the festival of the spoons: whatever that is

TWO scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers...
On the lines of least resistance...
Into the middle distance...
Of a supermarket tune

Familiar ground....
He stops her breath with the sneak-thief kiss of a roscoe
Love letters from Moscow
Calling for the hard-ware of surprise
In a jealous town...

Where desperation...
Isn't worth the trouble
Meet your double....in an episode...
Of a dream that money can buy

Bye bye love
Say goodnight irene: to the magnetism of the MOMENT
The future fails to feature
Beyond the forcefields of their eyes

Decadant waves: Depraved Danger
Or a plaything of the rodents
Not quite the kind of creature
With whom they socialise