From the recording Family Portraits (Volume 2)
A Radiohead style electronic steamroller through a landscape of alienation, this song documents the experience my brothers and I had a s young children, of being completely displaced to a new and strange country.
Lyrics
Siblings
One, three are handsome
Two not so much
One is on the spectrum
All of them speak Double Dutch
One is tall
Two and three can draw
Like prodigies
Look outside
Outsiders have arrived
Better be careful
I hear that they bite
Be aware
They’re feral with a thousand yard stare
Better safe than sorry
We’re idiot savants
Don’t understand
The mother tongue
And we’re
Idiot triplets siblings
Misfit strangers
One or two are handy
Tasty in a rout
But it’s only when they come in numbers
You need to watch out
Hit them in the throat and hit them in the nose
Just like Daddy showed you
Look inside
Solipsists have arrived
Better try to make nice
Use camouflage
Adept at adapting
Chameleons
It’s better just to fit in
We’re idiot savants
Don’t understand
The mother tongue
And we’re
Idiot triplets siblings
We’re Johnny Foreigner
Uh oh, no!
There’s too much information
All this difference
Just can’t cope
Uh oh, no
There’s too much information
Can’t process
All the strangeness
We’re idiot savants
Don’t understand
Our strange tongue
And we’re
Idiot triplets siblings
Misfit strangers
Idiot
Savant
Brilliant
Genius
Triplet
Sibling
Mistfit