La Dispute - Five lyrics
[La Dispute - Five lyrics]
Sure, I know that you are
Tired of hearing about it, But
Most repeat the same theme
Over and over again, It’s
As if they were trying to
Refine what seems so strange
And off and important to them
It’s done by everybody
Because each must work out
What is before them
Over and over again because
That is their personal tiny miracle
Like now as like before and before I
Have been listening to symphony after
Symphony from this radio
Makes me realize that certain people now
Long dead were able to transgress graveyards
And traps and cages and bones and limbs
In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles
The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind in there and
Sometimes a soul and the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men (they) drink too much
And nobody finds the one
But keep looking
Crawling in and out of beds
Flesh covers the bone and the
Flesh searches for more than
Flesh
There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of
The hands of a clock
People so tired mutilated
Either by love or no love
People just are not good to each other
We are afraid
Our educational system tells us
That we can all be big winners
It hasn’t told us about the gutters
Or the suicides
Or the terror of one person
Aching in one place alone
Untouched unspoken to
People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other
I suppose they never will be
I don’t ask them to be
But sometimes I think about it
There must be a way
Surely there must be a way
That we have not yet thought of
There’s no chance at all:
We are all trapped by a singular
Fate
Nobody ever finds the one
Who put this brain inside of me?
It cries it demands
It says that there is a chance
It has kept the rope from my throat
Maybe it will loosen yours
The city dumps fill the junkyards fill
The madhouses fill the hospitals fill
The graveyards fill
Nothing else fills
Tired of hearing about it, But
Most repeat the same theme
Over and over again, It’s
As if they were trying to
Refine what seems so strange
And off and important to them
It’s done by everybody
Because each must work out
What is before them
Over and over again because
That is their personal tiny miracle
Like now as like before and before I
Have been listening to symphony after
Symphony from this radio
Makes me realize that certain people now
Long dead were able to transgress graveyards
And traps and cages and bones and limbs
In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles
The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind in there and
Sometimes a soul and the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men (they) drink too much
And nobody finds the one
But keep looking
Crawling in and out of beds
Flesh covers the bone and the
Flesh searches for more than
Flesh
There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of
The hands of a clock
People so tired mutilated
Either by love or no love
People just are not good to each other
We are afraid
Our educational system tells us
That we can all be big winners
It hasn’t told us about the gutters
Or the suicides
Or the terror of one person
Aching in one place alone
Untouched unspoken to
People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other
I suppose they never will be
I don’t ask them to be
But sometimes I think about it
There must be a way
Surely there must be a way
That we have not yet thought of
There’s no chance at all:
We are all trapped by a singular
Fate
Nobody ever finds the one
Who put this brain inside of me?
It cries it demands
It says that there is a chance
It has kept the rope from my throat
Maybe it will loosen yours
The city dumps fill the junkyards fill
The madhouses fill the hospitals fill
The graveyards fill
Nothing else fills