Expressão musical pt II

"The Fear"

This is our Music from A Bachelors Den
- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten.
A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & it sounds just like this.
This is the sound of someone losing the plot -
making out that they're okay when they're not.
You're gonna like it, but not a lot & the chorus goes like this:

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
A monkey's built a house on your back.
You can't get anyone to come in the sack
& here comes another panic attack.
Oh here we go again.

So now you know the words to our song,
pretty soon you'll all be singing along.
When you're sad, when you're lonely & it all turns out wrong.
When you've got the fear.
& when you're no longer searching for beauty or love -
just some kind of life with the edges taken off.
When you can't even define what it
is that you are frightened of
this song will be here.

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again.
The end is near again.
If you ever get that chimp off your back.
If you ever find the thing that you lack
but you know you're only having a laugh
& here we go again.
Until the end
Until the end

a, Hoje

Expressão musical

"The Last Good Day of The Year"

Cousteau

Dont tell me
That you get sick of living
When the summers so forgiving although we have stolen
All of the things that we though we had owned then
Have disappeared

All these things in flavour
Wont do you no favours
When the summers light is fragrant with scents of returning
You relent, you resent, now youre burning
For nothing to change....

Theres something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
Wont rest
(only minutes, only hours)
Unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
I guess
Well remember this all of our lives
On the last good day of the year

All the leaves are turning
Autumns fingers burnished
Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime
Kinda working my way through a dream
I was having alone

Theres something there...
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)
Wont rest
(only minutes, only hours)
Unless
(now the morning breaks in showers)
Im left
With the north wind breathing down my neck...

On the last good day of the year.....

(dont know where I end and where you begin...)

a 27/9/2006