The Divine Comedy - The Lost Art of Conversation lyrics
[The Divine Comedy - The Lost Art of Conversation lyrics]
Why all the distance in existence
Join the resistance
Come on, let's start by talking tactics
With pepper-pots and matchsticks
Here's how we practice the
Lost art of conversation
David Jason, Francis Bacon, Frank Lampard
It's gonna take some concentration
But all the best things do
There's a terrific neolithic tribe
In the pacific
They've got no cars, no televisions
No money, no ambitions
Just some pigs and some chickens
And the lost art of conversation
The League of Nations, The English Patient
Joan Of Arc it's gonna take some imagination
But all the best things do
Don't try this in public or
They'll think you've gone insane
And it won't be long before the
Men in white coats come to take you far away
We had a comrade, a brave comrade
He could talk for whole days
But then he tried to be a hero
Tried talking 'bout Joan Miro
To commuters wearing earphones
He almost died for conversation
Hallucinations, Good Vibrations
Van Dyke Parks
Greyhound racing, Steeple chasing
The Reformation
Transubstantiation, Bram Stoker's creation
The Land of the Thracians
And right back to the start
It's gonna take some time and patience
But all the best things do
Don't try this in public or
They'll think you've gone insane
And it won't be long before the
Men in white coats come
To take you far away, far away
Well here they come
Join the resistance
Come on, let's start by talking tactics
With pepper-pots and matchsticks
Here's how we practice the
Lost art of conversation
David Jason, Francis Bacon, Frank Lampard
It's gonna take some concentration
But all the best things do
There's a terrific neolithic tribe
In the pacific
They've got no cars, no televisions
No money, no ambitions
Just some pigs and some chickens
And the lost art of conversation
The League of Nations, The English Patient
Joan Of Arc it's gonna take some imagination
But all the best things do
Don't try this in public or
They'll think you've gone insane
And it won't be long before the
Men in white coats come to take you far away
We had a comrade, a brave comrade
He could talk for whole days
But then he tried to be a hero
Tried talking 'bout Joan Miro
To commuters wearing earphones
He almost died for conversation
Hallucinations, Good Vibrations
Van Dyke Parks
Greyhound racing, Steeple chasing
The Reformation
Transubstantiation, Bram Stoker's creation
The Land of the Thracians
And right back to the start
It's gonna take some time and patience
But all the best things do
Don't try this in public or
They'll think you've gone insane
And it won't be long before the
Men in white coats come
To take you far away, far away
Well here they come