� Black Star 4:08

 
Originally released: March 1995

Available on: The Bends (album)

 
I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me

 

For Thom, this song is special. Although he has never offered an explanation of it, throughout 1995-96, when the band played it live, he did introduce it in various ways - declaring, for instance, that the song is about Sex in the morning. Which is the best time to have it. As long as you've cleaned your teeth beforehand. The lyrics probe the destruction of a relationship and touch on sex with a third party.