We don't have any recordings of Teenage Technicolour yet.  But this is a live recording of our old band jamming years ago in Drew's garage.  We called it Get Into Town.

Get Into Town

This tree sways,
for as long as it is tall.
It stands and strides.
I watch it sway.

It never strays.
When it vibrates,
the hype machine,
will come running.

I wrote something in the park.
'I wish I was a swaying tree.'
But I'm on the high seas.

I could play, play it down.
Or play it up.
And dig my grave.

We share a galaxy, but I'm not a swaying tree.
Just thoughts of what I'll never see.

Pencils down, get in the car.
Leave insects to their mastery.
Wake up it's yesterday.
I stumble into greenery.
That I can't release.
A plastic that's controlling me.

One man band times by two.
Train hopper.
Sunset Waker. 
Promise breaker.
Blue moon too soon.
Snow Season.
Giraffe Treason
Takes an animal to love the scream.

We share a galaxy, but I'm not a swaying tree.
Just thoughts of what I'll never be.