Lyrics from Out From Animals

Romance And Comedy

How can we see a lighter side of it if it’s dark tonight? It’s so dark tonight.
Real art might show us our real selves but do we want to be told what to be?

So we all raise our voices and we won’t sleep; ’cause so many shout when so few have to speak. Distance and time can fade memory. If it happened to you, it didn’t happen to me.

It didn’t happen to me.

Children learn fear quickly and adults rarely forget. OAPs read obituaries to see who they outlast.

We’re all obsessed with the stories of accident and casualty.
My heart broken, my hand’s empty, direct romance and comedy.

So we all raise our voices and we won’t sleep; ’cause so many shout when so few have to speak. Distance and time can fade memory. If it happened to you, it didn’t happen to me.

My heart broken, my hand’s empty, direct romance and comedy.

It didn’t happen to me.

E Is For Education

Who’d turn down experience?
You know reality is less intense.
“Can you feel it yet?”
Feeling stoned and in stone set, stuck in adolescence with a crowd of strangers so affectionate.

I don’t need this to feel like dancing, my eyes unfocused on the ground.
I don’t this to feel like music is more than sounds; it’s more than sound.
I don’t need this to hear you talking; I don’t need this to talk to you.
I don’t need this to feel we’re closer and you don’t need this to feel it too.

A salesman of science who knows the disease, drawing a line at excess instead of legality. Change the variable cause, measure the effect. Controlled conditions are important for experiment.

“Can you feel it yet?”

Greed

A customer unsatisfied, my goals destroyed by endless appetite with a consumption focused social life. My ghosts of satisfaction are pursued by my ghosts of real desires. If something’s free they’ll merchandise; demand shouldn’t overcome supply. Art and wisdom compromised by companies who advertise as modern culture takes a hit from product placement salesmanship.

It’s part desire, part jealousy for things I want and things I need. Convince myself I’ll be happy once I’ve got all the things that I think I need.

I buy my debt with credit cards, online purchase, catalogues.
High stores and postage costs, all empty my bank account.

Diluted faith without concern. The broadest art in broadest terms. All sacrifice all but ignored; I won’t say please ’cause I just want more. Soon as an end is getting near the quicker it just disappears. High culture’s religion will succeed ’cause we get all the things that we think we need.

I want all the things that I think I need.