I read a play written today about a boy Who hides in attics when the sun is up Everyone is at work What will I do? Where will I go? Show me the way The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb Show the way to grow old
Love is a guide The endless river of the soul But we are mean The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone Lust is my friend She comes to me when I am tired
Life is a rope, death is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap
I read a play written today about a girl She gets on perfectly with young and old Everybody loves her What would she wear? Cut off her hair? Wave as she slides Gracefully into the working week She hides her baggage inside
She's got a friend An ugly monster that will eat your face She has to cry A heavy cat of wasted time She's got a friend A lonely monster that will prey on you
Life is a secret, death is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap
Life is a secret, death is a myth Love is a fraud, it's misunderstood Work is a sentence, family's a drag This house is a trap
I read a play written today about a boy Tied in melancholy, takes the weight Takes the weight of the world I walked alone, loving a song Walking the earth The one-eyed sister who is twenty three Dried and wrinkled, alone
I'll give you a month To see past shadows in your secret night I'll give you a week To look Medusa in the eye I'll give you a month To notice heaven in the sight of stage
You'll keep inside of your head You're sitting on the floor You're pushing back the tide So lift the mountain up So tie writer's witness down Assemble all your troops Regards to all these metaphors And suddenly she says, and suddenly she says And away you too, and head for higher ground And not the king of me Take a chance and play for today And build the sets and light the scene A pretty air and we're upon the screen And build the sets and light the scene We'll break when we're on the sacred screen The backstage of your life Let's fill the glass and light to share the sun The backstage of your life Let's file the tables of the ones you love
Compositores: Christopher Thomas Geddes (Geddes Christopher), Richard William Colburn, Sarah Ann Martin (Martin Sarah), Stephen Thomas Jackson (Jackson Stephen), Stuart Lee Murdoch (Belle & Sebastian), Robert Michael Kildea (Bobby Kildea) ECAD: Obra #11753633 Fonograma #11571326