David Keenan - Evidence of Living lyrics
[David Keenan - Evidence of Living lyrics]
A little boy sit's on a doorstep
Lifting his hands for to dampen the sound
Of a bitch who's informing
The neighbours of intimate
Acts with some waif she had found
Where the chimneys of steam emanate
From the gutter in
A dive bar where the hungry all stew
It is here that the brilliant blasphemers are
Sitting and cursing us under the moon
Ah with every name under the sun
As the young ones are banging their drums
Is there any evidence of living
Left in this town?
Would I find any evidence of
Living amongst you saddening crowds?
Is there any evidence of living
Within them? Within us?
Would I find any evidence of
Living left in this town?
The dishwasher had spoke of
The new testament
So I picked up a German edition
Though I could read nor decipher
One single cold word
I was joined by the strange apparition
He'd a face like an old painter’s radio
Disgrace was his family name
We played cards, I was happy just
To be there happily losing, happily lucid
Waiting for morning, waiting to be saved
Is there any evidence of living
Left in this town?
Would I find any evidence of
Living amongst you saddening crowds?
Is there any evidence of living
Within them? Within us?
Would I find any evidence of
Living left in this town?
We gathered our traveling circus
One and for all, we must hoist up the mast
We must move now to set an example for
Every kid who's dreams died in 5th class
In the name of that choice
In a cracked anemic voice
That tall girl she did silence the crowd
She awoke in the spirit "we
All washed ourselves in it"
Oh, I shook, I tripped, and I moaned
Being wounded, she then brought me home
By her bedside while combing her hair
She undressed and then whispered in prayer:
Is there any evidence of living
Left in this town?
Would I find any evidence of
Living amongst you saddening crowds?
Is there any evidence of living
Within them? Within us?
Would I find any evidence of
Living left in this town?
Shall we make it to the meadow?
Is heaven just another ghetto?
The ankle ripped by a stiletto
We are the living in this town
Cois, cois eile, a haon, a dó
We are the living in this town
Lifting his hands for to dampen the sound
Of a bitch who's informing
The neighbours of intimate
Acts with some waif she had found
Where the chimneys of steam emanate
From the gutter in
A dive bar where the hungry all stew
It is here that the brilliant blasphemers are
Sitting and cursing us under the moon
Ah with every name under the sun
As the young ones are banging their drums
Is there any evidence of living
Left in this town?
Would I find any evidence of
Living amongst you saddening crowds?
Is there any evidence of living
Within them? Within us?
Would I find any evidence of
Living left in this town?
The dishwasher had spoke of
The new testament
So I picked up a German edition
Though I could read nor decipher
One single cold word
I was joined by the strange apparition
He'd a face like an old painter’s radio
Disgrace was his family name
We played cards, I was happy just
To be there happily losing, happily lucid
Waiting for morning, waiting to be saved
Is there any evidence of living
Left in this town?
Would I find any evidence of
Living amongst you saddening crowds?
Is there any evidence of living
Within them? Within us?
Would I find any evidence of
Living left in this town?
We gathered our traveling circus
One and for all, we must hoist up the mast
We must move now to set an example for
Every kid who's dreams died in 5th class
In the name of that choice
In a cracked anemic voice
That tall girl she did silence the crowd
She awoke in the spirit "we
All washed ourselves in it"
Oh, I shook, I tripped, and I moaned
Being wounded, she then brought me home
By her bedside while combing her hair
She undressed and then whispered in prayer:
Is there any evidence of living
Left in this town?
Would I find any evidence of
Living amongst you saddening crowds?
Is there any evidence of living
Within them? Within us?
Would I find any evidence of
Living left in this town?
Shall we make it to the meadow?
Is heaven just another ghetto?
The ankle ripped by a stiletto
We are the living in this town
Cois, cois eile, a haon, a dó
We are the living in this town