A Crows Furore Songtext
von R.D. Thomas
A Crows Furore Songtext
The Mona Lisa crowd it weeps
Is that a smile or truth that leaks?
Like tar from every feathered beak
Into a crow′s furore
Faces squash against the gate
Where goodness hangs its head in wait
And voices scream from later dates
Saying, "please, no más, no more"
The keepers smile and greet them each
With white-gloved hands and bottled bleach
And pens to draw a cartoon siege
For happy evermore
Magically every cell phone beeps
A catchy tune of hope and grief
A prize for all who dare to speak
A tattoo: "please ignore"
The master's mouth, it licks the plate
And watches, smirks, and says, "how quaint"
Tomorrow′s hook, such easy bait
A thousand years of laughter
His quill it whips and scoffs and roars
As black sheep bow and bleat no more
Hooves ablaze, they tip-toe sore
From hot coals of disaster
And all that breathes is in the game
In the game
And all that pleases fades
Like all the pretty horses
Rode away
The red-faced coffee-makers drink
As five-step lives begin to shrink
It's dangerous to stop and think
When your smile is a monthly rental
Life goals on a sandwich board
Dust-covered dreams pinned to the floor
Subscription to an invoice for
The damaged incidentals
Watching hope dance out the door
A curtsy and la vie l'amour
It sings, turning your dreams a whore
And yesteryear′s erupting
Some die, some wait to die, some plead
Some read, and read, and breathe, and read
While kids climb, smiling in their trees
The rest of us see nothing
And all that breathes is in the game
In the game
And all that pleases fades
Like all the pretty horses
And all the lovers′ lights
They fade
The heroes' rubber teeth, they grit
At the cactus necktie, tightly fit
With thirst for something true, he spits
Just blood, hard luck and laughter
Freedom′s string upon the bow
That aims and aims and won't let go
The target moves, the peace signs glow
It′s buy one, get one after
"We're all for sale, it′s all for show,"
Say men that hide and hoard and grow
From crooked soil where evil sows
A seed that can outlast ya
Mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
The gardener, the rake, the rain
Now mountains in a giant's game
Of dice-rolled lives and sushi trains
And happy ever after
Is that a smile or truth that leaks?
Like tar from every feathered beak
Into a crow′s furore
Faces squash against the gate
Where goodness hangs its head in wait
And voices scream from later dates
Saying, "please, no más, no more"
The keepers smile and greet them each
With white-gloved hands and bottled bleach
And pens to draw a cartoon siege
For happy evermore
Magically every cell phone beeps
A catchy tune of hope and grief
A prize for all who dare to speak
A tattoo: "please ignore"
The master's mouth, it licks the plate
And watches, smirks, and says, "how quaint"
Tomorrow′s hook, such easy bait
A thousand years of laughter
His quill it whips and scoffs and roars
As black sheep bow and bleat no more
Hooves ablaze, they tip-toe sore
From hot coals of disaster
And all that breathes is in the game
In the game
And all that pleases fades
Like all the pretty horses
Rode away
The red-faced coffee-makers drink
As five-step lives begin to shrink
It's dangerous to stop and think
When your smile is a monthly rental
Life goals on a sandwich board
Dust-covered dreams pinned to the floor
Subscription to an invoice for
The damaged incidentals
Watching hope dance out the door
A curtsy and la vie l'amour
It sings, turning your dreams a whore
And yesteryear′s erupting
Some die, some wait to die, some plead
Some read, and read, and breathe, and read
While kids climb, smiling in their trees
The rest of us see nothing
And all that breathes is in the game
In the game
And all that pleases fades
Like all the pretty horses
And all the lovers′ lights
They fade
The heroes' rubber teeth, they grit
At the cactus necktie, tightly fit
With thirst for something true, he spits
Just blood, hard luck and laughter
Freedom′s string upon the bow
That aims and aims and won't let go
The target moves, the peace signs glow
It′s buy one, get one after
"We're all for sale, it′s all for show,"
Say men that hide and hoard and grow
From crooked soil where evil sows
A seed that can outlast ya
Mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
The gardener, the rake, the rain
Now mountains in a giant's game
Of dice-rolled lives and sushi trains
And happy ever after
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