1. |
The Opening
03:36
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It’s the opening of the seventh seal
I’m tapping Freré Jacques on a glockenspiel
Whilst this ball of dust keeps spinning by itself
It seems the drawbridge never got shut
Now there’s hammers and sickles on art attack
and Orwell’s throwing his coffee at the screen
Tell me who’s behind the curtain pulling strings?
I’m having a hard time understanding things
I got my ear to the ground but no one’s talking
my ear to the ground but no one’s talking sense
So we’re trying to find the bad guys and put them away
but isn’t everyone a sinner on judgement day ?
good and evil slicing through the heart
Is the unpopular opinion always wrong ?
Well I can’t think with this noise going on!
Give me 5 baby, I’ll get back to you
Does truth mean anything anymore?
If you speak with conviction do you get to ignore all the other different points of view?
The people talking over you
Well I think this, and you should too
ok, I think we get it.
Well I know I’m not any wiser
but where’s the fun in knowing all the answers?
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2. |
Oh Mother!
03:18
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How’s the weather near where you are?
Natural disaster? how bizarre
Oh Mother !
Sending signals with all her might
Show a generation the real box office fight
Oh Mother !
Dry your fake tears, pretend everything’s alright
The bearded man is waiting with a couple of beers, ready to share his irrelevant insight
“Begin with the self, to affect real change”
The ancestors of murderers living up their name, screaming “Everyman for himself!”
except this time,
We’re our own worst enemy
Fact from fiction, wood from the tree
In a world venerating virtual reality
Oh Brother!
Tell me how are you coping masking your fear?
If you close your eyes hard enough do the bad things disappear ?
Oh Mother!
Dry your fake tears, pretend everything’s alright
The bearded man is waiting with a couple of beers, ready to share his irrelevant insight
“Begin with the self, to affect real change”
The ancestors of murderers living up their name, screaming “Everyman for himself!”
except this time,
It’s us against ourselves
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3. |
What Made Us This Way?
03:05
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Left to my own devices
I’m a messy, mortal man
But I’ll keep clipping at my vices, just to see if I can understand
What made me this way?
Why do I feel that people ought to listen to what i say?
What made me this way?
Why can’t i stand a simple well intentioned cliche?
like “just be your self” I don’t even know what that means !
When stripped away from our status, aren’t we all more or less the same?
consumed by lust and greed, and if God is dead then who else can we blame?
For what made us this way? Seeking inner validation from a cyber display What made us this way? always grotesquely idolising the young protege
Don’t you know, fame kills !!!
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4. |
Wrong Man?
03:05
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You’re trying to get past my tricks and sense,
Defence mechanisms to hold you at arms length
But like an actor who’s always in role,
To give up the part would be loosing the whole of me
What’re you hiding from?
We’d be here all week if I had to explain !
My half empty glass filled with fear, angst, and shame
I twitch in my sleep
Walk in nature and weep
Maybe you’ve got the wrong man?
You persist with a curious tone
Sinking your teeth in the unturned stone
I said I’d show you mine if you show me yours?
We’d be two crazies flexing their lovable flaws
What’re you hiding from?
We’d be here all week if I had to explain !
My half empty glass filled with fear, angst, and shame
I twitch in my sleep
Walk in nature and weep
We’d be here all week if I had to explain !
My half empty glass filled with fear, angst, and shame
I write bombastic lines, but can’t speak half the time
I think you’ve got the wrong man!!
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5. |
Captain Hindsight
03:08
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So I’m still wondering if age and wisdom always go hand in hand ?
I wanna do it all,
So I sign up for my freedom with my eyes closed
Oblivious to the fall
Now Captain Hindsight’s here
He’s telling me what
I should’ve done, I would’ve done, I could’ve done
If I only knew back then
He’s chipping away in my ear,
but why should I weep over parts of life, when the whole of it calls for tears?
Don’t we all die, with much of things we wanted to do left on the side?
Do you want the blue pill, or red, to show you all the other lives you could’ve had?
the thank yous left unsaid
Now Captain Hindsight’s here
He’s telling you what
You should’ve done, you would’ve done, you could’ve done
If you only knew back then
He’s chipping away in your ear,
but why should you weep over parts of life, when the whole of it calls for tears?
Now Captain Hindsight’s here
He’s telling you what
You should’ve done, you would’ve done, you could’ve done
If you only knew back then
He’s chipping away in your ear,
but why should you weep over parts of life, when the whole of it calls for tears?
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Sometimes it feels like the gift of love
Is reserved only for a few of us
The glamour on the big screen
An ideal to harsh to achieve
But everyone deserves to be loved
Someone to hold us when it’s got too much
Those empathetic eyes that tell you “you’re not alone”
ooo I feel it too,
We’re human me and you
If there’s a reason to all hold hands
It’s for the pain of existence in this unforgiving land
There’s crowds of lonely people all trying to scratch the same itch
But everyone deserves to be loved
Being alive is already hard enough
A look of understanding, worth all it’s weight in gold
Ooo I feel it too,
We’re human me and you (X2)
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Luke Pearce London, UK
Luke Pearce is a London based Folk/Rock Songwriter. His work tackles love and inner turmoil in a tongue-in-cheek fashion, placing a heavy emphasis on witty lyricism and ethereal crooning.
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