ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Shoot high aim low


We hit the blue fields
In the blue sedan, we didn’t get much further
Just as the Sun was rising in the mist
We were all alone, we didn’t need much more

So fast, this expedition, so vast, this heavy load
With a touch of luck and a sense of need
Seeing the guns and their faces
We looked around the open shore, waiting for something

Shoot high, break low
Aim high, shoot low
Break high, let go
Shoot high, aim low

This was to be our last ride
With steel guitar and the love you’d give me
Underneath the skin a feeling, a breakdown
Well, we sat for hours on the crimson sand

Exchanges in the currency of humans bought and sold
And the leaders seem to lose control
Shall we lose ourselves for a reason? Shall we burn ourselves for the answer?
Have we found the place that we’re looking for?
Someone shouted, “open the door”, look out!

Shoot high, break low
Aim high, shoot low
(Feeling of imagination)
Break high, let go
Shoot high, aim low

Let’s go

Shoot high, aim low
Shoot high, let go
(Nothing you can say takes me by surprise)
Shoot high, aim low

(Who says there’s got to be a reason?)
(Who says there’s got to be an answer?)
Shoot high, let go
(We were all alone, we didn’t need much more)
Shoot high, aim low
(With the Sun so hard on that endless highway)

Shoot high, let go
Shoot high, aim low
Shoot high, let go
(I’ve heard the singers, who sing of love)
Shoot high, aim low
(In the blue sedan we never got much further)
Shoot high, let go
Shoot high