Tin Fingers - Red Socks (Sergeant Remix)
A Pile of Dumbstruck Faces Watching the Universe Function without Them
Are You Ready to Know That Seen from Up Close Things Have No Shape?
Bodies Pressed Against Small Platforms in Institutionally Resolved Postures
Every Epoch Dreams the Next One, Even If It Becomes the Nightmare of the Other
I Will Allow Myself This World Whose Wear and Tear Is Without Cure
I Will Allow Myself This World Whose Wear and Tear Is without Cure
My Tongue Pronouncing Words without Consenting to Their Utterance
Not Sensing the World, I Should Forget It's Existence and Be Forgotten by Those Who Live in It
Not Sensing the World, I Should Forget it's Existence and Be Forgotten by Those Who Live in it
Nothing but Words Which I or Anyone Else Can Turn Inside Out Like a Glove
Oh Sweet Martyrdom of Not Knowing How to Speak but Only Bark
One Fine Day the Sun Admitted She Was Just a Shadow
Seduced by Each and Every Shiny Object I Became an Infant in a Sea of Glance
Shopping for an Avant-Garde Identity in the Bazaar of Life
Soon the Tears in My Eyes Will Be Blinding and Blessing at the Same Time
The Annoying Got Interesting Because the Interesting Got Annoying
This Life Can Not Be All They Swear, For How Unpleasant of it Were
This Life Can Not Be All They Swear, for How Unpleasant of It Were
This Song Emanates From the Common Man Claiming His Right to Poetry
This Song Emanates from the Common Man Claiming His Right to Poetry
To What Human Product Precisely Are You Devoting So Much Ingenuity
Working Through Disappointment to Further Disappointment to Defeat