Het is maar wat je kinderlijk noemt hé
Welcome for the day or stay forever
There's things which we all need to navigate
Daisy chains of lights around the city now
You glow but never quite illuminate
And we were lit by kerosene
And we were lit by acetylene
And we walked under neon skies
You know it made me wonder why
Why all the frequencies combine
And form a cleaner, brighter light
And we filled our florescent sails
It led to sodium-scarred wailing weeks
5 Young Men went for a walk
Sat on a treestub and had a talk
It takes a thing to be a man these days
Nobody's scared but we hide anyway
I'm not afraid of the big black bear
Only humans make me scared
I'm not afraid of missery
My life is a fake pearl and you can't break her
H5N1 killed a wild swan
It was a kind of omen
Of everything to come
Don't you think it's strange
You know the way it all works out
Brace yourself for storms and summer droughts
Sometimes it's hard to tell
If it's going well
You know the odds against it
Were so phenomenal
Come on, allons-y let's go,
Can always just say no.
To the anti-aircraft crew,
The boys from the Hitler youth.
Silk and cyanide,
Six weeks left alive.
Metal, skull and bone,
You think you know but you don't.
To Sodom I will go,
Not to Mmegiddo.
Several Lucifers come,
We can beat them all.
A Carlton corsair,
A Raleigh twenty, yeah!
A little lost roe deer,
The wind in your hair.
No Lucifer!
En op de andere platen staat het ook bol van de geweldig mooie, diep teksten. True adventures bijvoorbeeld, dat is bijna poëzie van de Lake Poets (ze zijn niet toevallig afkomst van The Lake District)
Turgid calls the winter charge
True adventures of awaking hearts
Nights are overwhelmed by gloom
We will see foxes in the moon
Valleys drop, mountains rise
Lift your head, brave the skies
All of the forgotten names
Lakes are forming on the pockets of your brain
And there in the distant glow
A shadow on shadow
At once so strong and weak
In the sunken lines they speak
You think it's gone, my friend
But it comes back again
Senescence or senility
How long until you sleep?
Discarded for all it's worth
Now it's quiet under this fresh earth
Valleys drop, mountains rise
Lift your head, brave the skies
You think it's gone, my friend
But it comes back again
And there is a final cry
A whimper and a sigh
And what was fast is slow
And what was brass is gold
Valleys drop, mountains rise
Lift your head, brave the skies
You think it's gone, my friend
But it comes back again
You think it's gone, my friend
But it comes back again
Als dat kinderlijk is, dan mogen andere artiesten serieus hun borst nat maken om ook niet onder die noemer te vallen, of nog erger. Het is dus wel makkelijk om die zinnetje er uit te nemen.