Extraordinary Day Songtext
von Ferocious

Here we have it houses of lime and of stone And alle we shoolen
Lay in, every one Farre we shool to a bourg that is owerlong
Home No more alas water from the head to torn There shall
Wroughte ower flesh al to the bone He′s flying on a spring
What are we about?
About flying on a spring
Dress now
Get dressed
Dress up
Dress now
Get dressed
Dress up
To be more than we can say or shout
Accompanied that day- By the strike and, and of- And of ordinary play
Of crossing on foot, of meetings on
The way On that extraordinary day
On that extraordinary day
They talk as we drive but they are so dead of us


We fix our eyes on the road and they talk us all one way
The car groans as they say, "There it happened," or "There he is
She is." They are all there in the car
Grabbing the wheel to no effect
It's only them again
Laughing cosmically at metal and ash
Reminding us of their paupers′ cremations and how they left little of
Substance and that something of an embarrassment to the inheritors
We grow, we go, we love you
Too long and we steadily work it out some
Dark watch why they did not cling to us
They were so quickly and madly gone
And we are so lingering with our anesthetics and our talent for
Numb money growing gray, and for ignoring this extraordinary day
This extraordinary day
When the floor is at the rock and the roof is at the nose Alles this
World is bliss And it's not worth a pause No more alas Water from
The head to torn There shall wroughte ower flesh al to the bone