Paroles de Confessions of a futon-revolutionist.

The Weakerthans

pochette album Confessions of a futon-revolutionist.
Voir sur Itunes

sonnerie téléphone portable pour Confessions of a futon-revolutionist.
Clip vidéo

Held like water in your shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day demands
10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive
Never knowing what survival means

Leave the apartment to buy alcohol
Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster chipped away
Survey some stunning tooth decay

Enlist the cat in the impending class-war
Lets lay our bad day down here, dear
Lets make-believe were strong
Or hum some protest song

Like maybe we shall overcome someday
Overcome the stupid things we say
Say, i needed more than this
Say i needed one more kiss

We left that light on way too long
Lets plant a bomb at city-hall
Lets kill a member of the legislative assembly
Or talk the night away

You call in sick, ill quit the word-games that i play
I swear i way more than half, believe it when i say
That somewhere love and justice shine

Cynicism falls asleep
Tyranny talks to itself
Sappy slogans all come true
We forget to feed our fear

Les autres musiques de The Weakerthans