Kingdom Come

I spend my mornings planning the afternoon's regrets...

More twisted electropop, with Casio to the fore. Recorded February 83. GG

Kingdom come

I spend my morning planning the afternoon's regrets
I've elements and destiny to light me on my way
o happy day I hope to keep my relatives and pets
you can laugh or you can cry
it's the same saltwater in your eye
I spend my evenings cutting tracts into my soul
weeping into bowls that I'd like to call oblivion
hey, I just swatted an ambiguity with a definition
and awareness is just a pain, a pain in my side
and here is one sodden truth that we all die to confide

Bake me a cake as fast as you can
with a hey and a ho and the world began
my toe don't know what my heel is doing
horses melt down into glue for gluing
with a hey hey hey and a ho ho ho
isn't this the way the world should go
with a hey hey hey and a ho ho ho
isn't this the way the world should go

Talking of romances and your candy-cotton heart
parade the smarting gallery, I know the vagaries of the heart
I though it was the start of, I thought it was a part of you
- Dolly I don't shit miracles
A tired question bred a child,
asked the question why it smiled
ruled over a mountain and drowning in a fountain
the water spilled and the child's heart filled
and what is it that we owe the dead
and what is it that we owe the dead

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Cast the penny in the wishing well
there's one in every garden, 3000 in my hell
o child you are denied the glorious sadness of my vision
I'm overwhelmed I'm overfilled, looking at the bleak division
it's the noblest of provisions, and I'm dressing your incisions
with a gauze that we call dignity
and what would you say if I questioned your way
if I sued for your conscience and asked for my pay
it's a matter of moments, it's a matter of minutes
and you'd better start bitching for I'm loosing my freedom
there's a get it while you can in my world that's blighting all I can get
I've told you time and time again, I've told you time and time again
what's tense but an order, I've a fucking lobe disorder

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