Get faith before this ends,
Too late to make amends,
And these are the tables,
And these are the chairs,
This is the furniture,
Buy it in pairs.
You say "where's the hardship here?",
I know it's a silent fear,
Coming story after story,
Try to make some kind of mess,
And it's sleeping in your head again,
'Cos you just can't pass this test (I gave you).
And we are all just second best,
Until we find our place,
Cut among the stasis,
Then fall under house arrest,
But I know this place too well,
She calls and casts a spell,
And it's anybody's second guess,
It's the name that rings bells in hell,
So we go.
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your own lies,
You are tired of all your home life.
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
Richard's music sounds like the thoughts of an alien spaceships supercomputers AI while the ship is under attack. Some of the most outworldly sounds you will ever encounter! Tim Strohmeier