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lyrics
I might be stupid
but my fingers are quick
You say I'm dense
But I don't know what you mean
Are you telling me
the edges of my tongue are too thick
Or's that confusing syntax with biology
Cos suffixes only really make sense
if you know what they mean
You can't go round un-doing what
you've already un-seen
You'd end up making rhymes
at the expense of the words…
Just to follow the… herd
And that's not something I'd wanna do
Y'see I know two things
and one of them's true
If ever I learn which is which
I'll gladly tell you
We cloak ourselves in all this hateful moral attire
but unless you made the universe,
you remain a consummate
Teller of untruths
a discombobulator of fact
Certainty is your delusion
shared by all that you attack
No matter what you try to know
Your failure is assured,
Whether ye go…
To the window
To the wall
To the yearning and confusion that courses through us all
That plaintive aspiration to know
What who when where and why
The things that make you believe
That reality is more than a word
To describe this
cold hard wall
We build all of these structures elevating the divine
But sure they're only made of bricks hey
And I'm sure some of you are starting to get bored
And sure why wouldn't you
Sure what's a dog to do?
Either ignore it or expire
I choose the third
For in this song
as I often find in life
The end the end the end
is ever so slightly
sooner than you'd expect
but my fingers are quick
You say I'm dense
But I don't know what you mean
Are you telling me
the edges of my tongue are too thick
Or's that confusing syntax with biology
Cos suffixes only really make sense
if you know what they mean
You can't go round un-doing what
you've already un-seen
You'd end up making rhymes
at the expense of the words…
Just to follow the… herd
And that's not something I'd wanna do
Y'see I know two things
and one of them's true
If ever I learn which is which
I'll gladly tell you
We cloak ourselves in all this hateful moral attire
but unless you made the universe,
you remain a consummate
Teller of untruths
a discombobulator of fact
Certainty is your delusion
shared by all that you attack
No matter what you try to know
Your failure is assured,
Whether ye go…
To the window
To the wall
To the yearning and confusion that courses through us all
That plaintive aspiration to know
What who when where and why
The things that make you believe
That reality is more than a word
To describe this
cold hard wall
We build all of these structures elevating the divine
But sure they're only made of bricks hey
And I'm sure some of you are starting to get bored
And sure why wouldn't you
Sure what's a dog to do?
Either ignore it or expire
I choose the third
For in this song
as I often find in life
The end the end the end
is ever so slightly
sooner than you'd expect
credits
from Demo,
released January 25, 2013
Recording-Luke Coffey
Recording-Luke Coffey
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Jan 2013
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