Love and Anger
I’m so tired
Maybe I’ll close my eyes
Leaving
Cold and grey
And here comes another day
I don’t know
It’s worn me out
Being in crazy town
End it
Lay me down
Bury me in the ground
I can’t sleep for crying
But I’m ok
Just need a little more
Loving
Precious time
Flying the friendly skies
You and I
Catch my breath
And not go gentle into that good night
Hold my hand
We’re gonna take a stand
Living
Hearts made strong
Maybe we’ll make it right
What went wrong
It’s been fun
Suffering with everyone
Good times
But let’s get strange
Summon the winds of change
I can’t cry for dreaming
Stay the darkness, come the darkness
Make a candle, light a candle
I will find my voice
And not fall silent
Cold and grey
Here comes another day
Bring it
Precious time
Flying the friendly skies
You and I
It’s worn me out
But I’m gonna stick around
Hoping
We’ll wake up
Drink from a wiser cup
Suddenly dancing
Stay the darkness, come the darkness
Make a candle, light a candle
I will find my voice
And not fall silent
Stay strong
And not go gentle into that good night
Raise the dead will
Rise the dead will
Stay the darkness, come the darkness
Rage against the dying of the light
Find your voice
Do not fall silent
Find your voice
Do not fall silent
Stay strong
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage! Do not go gentle!
Rage! Do not fall silent!
On The New Age Of Humans (Dreams are Free)
Presented in honour of The Epileptic Gibbon Podcast’s 10th Anniversary
On The New Age of Humans (Dreams Are Free)
Try looking on the bright side
Everything must go
Yeah, well you made a few changes
How were you to know?
Try looking on the bright side
Sure you were warned
Choices may have grave consequences
But try looking on the bright side
Dreams are free
Wait and see
Try looking on the bright side
All you loved is gone
I wouldn’t worry about it
We’ve been here awhile
Let the new day dawn
Arrogant fools
Stumbling along
Leading the way
What could go wrong?
Once, brave and bold
We crawled out from the sea
Lights of heaven around us
Then we were blind
Suddenly we’ll see things much better
So try looking on the bright side
You were pretty rough
I hear you’re looking for new worlds
Wasn’t this enough?
Maybe not so much
I’m looking on the bright side
Yeah, dreams are free
There was hope in the promise of our coming
There is hope in the knowledge that we’re going
Try looking on the bright side
You have lost your minds
Such an exciting beginning
It’ll be just fine
Let the thing unwind
Say what you will
Do what you must
Spirited clay
Crumbling to dust
Once, brave and bold
You crawled out from the sea
Lights of heaven about you
Then you were blind
But suddenly you’ll see
The world’s much better without you
Try looking on the bright side
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Thrill to this Poison
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the angel going down.
You’re the cover of a magazine.
Beautiful, beautiful. You will make a kill with this.
Spit me out, spit me out – poison!
There’s the dead one crying out.
There’s the killer made into a star.
Burnin’ up, turnin’ on. We will get a thrill with this poison.
Suck me in, spit me out…
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
We’re the billions making waves…
We’re the blood stains on your bottom line…
Pull me in, turn me on. Is there any truth in this?
Burn me up, turn me on…
Spit me out, spit me out…
We will get a thrill from this poison. Poison!
No chaser, no fight.
No love in it, you’re ready for the bite.
No reason, no right.
Put a little blood in it, you’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the taster’s choice tonight.
You’re the taster’s choice, yeah!
I Can Be Mad Now
You know the message but you can’t complain
Your heart was open when he made his claim
You can be mad now
You know you hate him but you’ll change your mind
These habits are hard to break
Now you rise up, now you go down on your knees
Ah, but you can be mad now.
Yeah, well you can be mad now.
There’s something oozing from the TV set
You can be mad now
It may be over but it ain’t done yet
You can be mad now
He’s gonna teach us how to be good pets
He so loves his animals locked in a cage chained to a trough all day
Be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad now!
I can, i can, i can, i can be mad now!
He knows we’ll listen ’cause we’ve heard too much
He knows we’ll fuck it ’cause it smells like love
You say you like the way he fills you up
But you know he’s a jealous god
Now you rise up, now you go down on your knees
Yeah, well you can be mad now.
Uh huh, when he knocks me down
I like to watch it ’cause i have no pride
I learn my lesson but i soon forget
I open up and let him deep inside
I really love it when he whips my flesh
These habits are hard to break
Now I rise up, now I go down on my knees
Be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad, be mad now!
I can, i can, i can, i can be mad now!
Can be mad
Can be mad
Can be mad
Candy man
Can be mad
Can be mad
Candy man
Candy man
Candy man
Candy man
Can be mad
Candy man
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