The The — Perfect
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Length: 3:55
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It's a chilly English winter,
And solitude is never easy to maintain,
Except when it rains.
So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes,
And go out for a walk.
The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones,
While a little dog barks its head off,
In the distance.
CHORUS (x2)
Oh, what a perfect day,
To think about myself
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh.
He tells himself he was a good man and did good things.
Amused and confused by life's little ironies,
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation.
Chorus ( X2)
People turn around with unseeing eyes.
They're looking for something that doesn't exist.
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust.
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust.
The future is now, but it's all going wrong.
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong.
People say their prayers and some work hard.
If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts.
This town ain't going like a ghost town.
It's going like hell....
Chorus (X5)
And solitude is never easy to maintain,
Except when it rains.
So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes,
And go out for a walk.
The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones,
While a little dog barks its head off,
In the distance.
CHORUS (x2)
Oh, what a perfect day,
To think about myself
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh.
He tells himself he was a good man and did good things.
Amused and confused by life's little ironies,
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation.
Chorus ( X2)
People turn around with unseeing eyes.
They're looking for something that doesn't exist.
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust.
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust.
The future is now, but it's all going wrong.
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong.
People say their prayers and some work hard.
If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts.
This town ain't going like a ghost town.
It's going like hell....
Chorus (X5)
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In this chilly and wet English winter, I can identify with Matt Johnson's feeling
"Amused and confused by life's little ironies,
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation."
Two of the best lines in music.... IMO
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation."
Two of the best lines in music.... IMO
saamusic wrote:
To be clear, if they are new to you - this is NOT representative (really at all).
The The?
To be clear, if they are new to you - this is NOT representative (really at all).
Incredible song originally. This is a real disappointment. I'm kind of shocked he put this out. It is like parody of himself. Bill I would not be quick to play this again - play the original or any of the MANY other amazing tunes Johnson has created.
rtrt wrote:
Oh dear this is such a disappointment - actually sounds like a parody. Down to a 5 and staying there...
I rated this 8 prev - can only assume without hearing it.
This version is very different to the album version and not in a good way sadly. 6-7 at best
Oh dear this is such a disappointment - actually sounds like a parody. Down to a 5 and staying there...
The The?
I rated this 8 prev - can only assume without hearing it.
This version is very different to the album version and not in a good way sadly. 6-7 at best
This version is very different to the album version and not in a good way sadly. 6-7 at best