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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
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
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