1. |
kicking out
04:05
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don't think that i'm cold
it's just i don't want to be owned
this is the sensation i get
about what's not happening yet
right now
you're too busy licking yourself
while i'm kicking out again against
the way you're tricking yourself
so i'm kicking out again against
being chained to sane
though my jacket may be scuffed
you should open it and judge
the stories that i've still to tell
but don't suppose they all end well
right now
you're too busy licking yourself
while i'm kicking out again against
the way you're tricking yourself
so i'm kicking out again against
being chained to sane
i'm committed to myself
to the half that's second best
i don't remember being whole
it's too hard to fly weighed down with gold
life's too empty when you've known
how to let go
i fell into love that showed
my devotion to a ghost
i suppose that you can guess
i don't know what's coming next
right now
you're too busy licking yourself
while i'm kicking out again against
the way you're tricking yourself
so i'm kicking out again against
being chained to sane
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2. |
never growing old
02:52
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you've been counting every minute
that dragged you through the day
waiting for a winning ticket
praying things will change
but all the same faces are shaking
saying "got to get a wage"
the excuses that they're making
all begin to sound the same
falling behind
while they're fading to grey
find one more thousand reasons
to give up and stay
no
here we go
never growing old
here we go
never growing old
so lets make a place to live in
that makes living here a pleasure
to be treasured
and be given to us all in equal measure
where a suit is worn ironical
and irony is funny
when funny is not maniacal
and manic is some others worry
falling behind
while they're fading to grey
find one more thousand reasons
to give up and stay
no
here we go
never growing old
here we go
never growing old
so look out for the nay-saying
mud-stuck pollyanna quoting
plutocratic jaded made up
scripture toting freedom choking
intellect neglected
growing fat-headed and prissy
arrogance forgetting
to remember what was missing
falling behind
while they're fading to grey
find one more thousand reasons
to give up and stay
no
here we go
never growing old
here we go
never growing old
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3. |
shadows & masks
03:43
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how must it feel
falling though the trees
piercing the shadows cast
by the myriad masks of the leaves
and how must it feel
to be sundered and then cleaved
to these shadows of life
while the rainbow you weave mask your grief
how must it feel
to be stopped in your tracks
after crossing the shadowless void
with the mask of your birth at you back
we only know
what the sunlight will show
we are just shadows and masks
creatures of stardust's significant rust
we are just shadows and masks
shadows and masks
how must it feel
to be burning with such a rage
where the shadows of elements freed
from their masks are born and remade
we only know
what the sunlight will show
we are just shadows and masks
creatures of stardust's significant rust
we are just shadows and masks
shadows and masks
like a moths midnight flight
we are drawn to the light
we are just shadows and masks
like a spark jumping high
we're the blink of an eye
we are just shadows and masks
shadows and masks
we are just shadows
we know the sun throws us
that we are just shadows and masks
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4. |
on my feet again
03:38
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this is the rush
made up of crushed demon dust
this is the risk
in the very first kiss
i am sleeping
on my feet again
something is keeping
me on my feet again
repeatedly dreaming
on my feet again
finding the feeling
on my feet again
this is the push
into hedonist lust
this is desire
for uncontrollable fire
on my feet again
on my feet again
on my feet again
on my feet again
on my feet again
i am sleeping
on my feet again
something is keeping
me on my feet again
repeatedly dreaming
on my feet again
finding the feeling
on my feet again
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5. |
ship of fools
03:40
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waiting for the rapture
waiting for the day
mortgaging your soul
to capture come what may
gambling your freedom
wearing silken chains
bound to childlike dogma
cosseted and vain
is praying to your guardian angel
sweetening the deal
to crew aboard this ship of fools
while god stands at the wheel
where is it you're going
following your faith
to blindly climb the rigging
and adding to the sail
what wind blows you onward
whose breath do you feel
paradise is promised
remember what you leave
is praying to your guardian angel
sweetening the deal
to crew aboard this ship of fools
while god stands at the wheel
is kneeling and prostrating
only calling in a debt
owed you by the holy host
to all god fearing men
is praying to your guardian angel
sweetening the deal
to crew aboard this ship of fools
while god stands at the wheel
what do you remember
of what you used to be
full of happiness and wonder
innocent and free
but like moths drawn to a candle
you try a little taste
corrupted by the ritual
and temptation of grace
is praying to your guardian angel
sweetening the deal
to crew aboard this ship of fools
while god stands at the wheel
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6. |
question everything
05:09
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wrapped up in addiction
to soul sucking trivia vision
waiting for wisdom
to be offered like a prize
just dial this number
answer a, b or c
and the random champion
will win a star surprise
you'll be losing your mind
to an incoherent
turgid stupidity
of relentless habit
in childlike simplicity
making empty denials
shearing connections and ties
to your conscience and self
forgetting regrets
have you stopped thinking yet
you've grown so slow
to say that i'm out of line
and leave 'til tomorrow
to sort out another time
and think what you're told
is unquestionably right
it's time to begin
to question everything
it's a wonderful hymn
to question everything
question everything
you sit still in your foetal
submissive completion
welcoming weakness
and the insidious charade
of your flat earth dreaming
on a 60 inch screen
its dimensions receeding
to a commercial break
as reality fades
you've grown so slow
to say that i'm out of line
and leave 'til tomorrow
to sort out another time
and think what you're told
is unquestionably right
it's time to begin
to question everything
it's a wonderful hymn
to question everything
question everything
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7. |
crows on the road
04:58
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you've been unreasonably hoping
that someone would hold me
their arms around me like a castle
safe and strong
but it's taking too long
has something gone wrong?
what gives you the right to believe?
there's a strange kind of wise
in those empty black eyes
watching you wherever you go
they are patient and wholly at home
where you're going
those crows on the road
crows on the road
erroneous conclusions
are different delusions
BS with less breath
and helpless asides
with pills full of bliss
intent on practical thrills
ignorance is this
as your vigilance missed
there's a strange kind of wise
in those empty black eyes
watching you wherever you go
they are patient and wholly at home
where you're going
those crows on the road
crows on the road
you don't know what you've got
'til you trashed it
you don't know what you bit
'til you crapped it
don't know what you lost
'til you passed it
the question won't be thought
'til i've asked have you ever thought
just once
of what you'll leave behind after you're gone
after you're gone
bloodshot confessions
of bacchanalian excesses
are fading further away
with indolent charm you rest
safe in the arms of morpheus
and a legion of wraiths
there's a strange kind of wise
in those empty black eyes
watching you wherever you go
they are patient and wholly at home
where you're going
those crows on the road
crows on the road
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8. |
don't kick the bones
03:48
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if you really can't resit it
give the dog some marrow
but leave yourself a safe place you can go
'cause those dusty old bones
they are just like gold
they weigh you down the more that you hold
don't kick the bones in corners
if you're lucky
they've been picked clean
forgotten and lost long ago
don't kick the bones
sing a song and let the sun in
leave big dogs sleeping
play way down real low
and bring it on home
if you recognise the wolf in the shadows
wearing sheepskin
you'd have to be a fool to let him in
if everybody knows it
i'm just saying what you're thinking
it's no use going back to where you've been
don't kick the bones in corners
if you're lucky
they've been picked clean
forgotten and lost long ago
don't kick the bones
sing a song and let the sun in
leave big dogs sleeping
play way down real low
and bring it on home
your own still waters
run the coldest and the deepest
so why jump in and swim when you can fly
the surface is a mirror
only breaks if you dive through it
but shows you more the higher you climb
don't kick the bones in corners
if you're lucky
they've been picked clean
forgotten and lost long ago
don't kick the bones
sing a song and let the sun in
leave big dogs sleeping
play way down real low
and bring it on home
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9. |
last man standing
03:35
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i don't want to start a war
or give my ground because
i won't believe in a cause that demands
my complicity
profitability in an ideology
in the grasp of the last man standing
i don't want to welcome you
and i won't listen to
those perversions you excuse
to command a twisted loyalty
to fundamentally quicken more fatalities
in the grasp of the last man standing
you hide behind your lies
distorting deeply treasured comfort
you hide behind your lies
revelling in spreading malicious discord
you hide behind your lies
deluding children
building bombs
you hide behind your lies
a declining inward spiral toward
terminal intolerance
you hide behind your lies
choking in the grasp of the last man standing
i don't buy into your lies offering paradise
words you use too atrophied to understand
why you peddle ugly peace illegitimately
when verses are incomplete
in the grasp of the last man standing
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10. |
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i don't need the prophecy of a delphi seer to tell
me to expect the mistral spittle
blown from your empty well
your wind is cold
and vacantly predictably banal
a death-watch beetle blabbering it's parasitic harm
you can talk 'til your tongue falls out
saying what you you want but it is all about
you in the centre of the things you do
while i crept to the edge
listening to you
you can talk 'til your tongue falls out
saying what you you want but it is all about
you in the centre of whatever you've done
well i crept to the edge
now look at me jump
you can talk 'til your tongue falls out
belief is beggared
mortgaged so this monotony can last
still your rarefied blunt lexicon is seldom overtaxed
to witness the extinction
of a single lonely thought
in fictitious repetitions of the bully as she fought
you can talk 'til your tongue falls out
saying what you you want but it is all about
you in the centre of the things you do
while i crept to the edge
listening to you
you can talk 'til your tongue falls out
saying what you you want but it is all about
you in the centre of whatever you've done
well i crept to the edge
now look at me jump
you can talk 'til your tongue falls out
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cowfisH Hull, UK
Formed in Yorkshire, UK during the early nineties cowfisH have released 20 albums.
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