Tunng - Fatally Human lyrics
[Tunng - Fatally Human lyrics]
And it's part of the way storytelling
Works your image of storytelling is
Around a campfire or around a
Fireplace, or maybe, you know
With a bedside lamp
On there's always a sense of a clearing
Of light and then just sort
Of darkness all around you that's the
Nature of telling a story
That you're creating a little clearing
But then what happens at the end
Of life, in an ideal world
Would be like what happens
At the end of a book or a movie
- that that story is wound up
That it has some meaningful conclusion
Fatally human we hover in the world
Fatal someone we flounder in the dark
Take hold of another go mad in a moment
The soil and the wonder sway to the terror
Nothing is simple
But sometimes things are good fatally human
Joy and dirt and blood take hold of another
Go mad in a moment the soil and the sutures
Sway to the terror
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
That's that one point where we
Should be allowed to forgive
Things that need forgiving, to close
Things that need closing, just to
Find a sense of authorship and of course
What happens is
The opposite, normally that person becomes
Like a 'bit part', like a cameo
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
Works your image of storytelling is
Around a campfire or around a
Fireplace, or maybe, you know
With a bedside lamp
On there's always a sense of a clearing
Of light and then just sort
Of darkness all around you that's the
Nature of telling a story
That you're creating a little clearing
But then what happens at the end
Of life, in an ideal world
Would be like what happens
At the end of a book or a movie
- that that story is wound up
That it has some meaningful conclusion
Fatally human we hover in the world
Fatal someone we flounder in the dark
Take hold of another go mad in a moment
The soil and the wonder sway to the terror
Nothing is simple
But sometimes things are good fatally human
Joy and dirt and blood take hold of another
Go mad in a moment the soil and the sutures
Sway to the terror
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
That's that one point where we
Should be allowed to forgive
Things that need forgiving, to close
Things that need closing, just to
Find a sense of authorship and of course
What happens is
The opposite, normally that person becomes
Like a 'bit part', like a cameo
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness