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[00:00.00]The Race Is About To Begin (Explicit) - black midi
[00:05.42]Lyrics by：Geordie Greep
[00:07.83]Composed by：Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:12.65]Idiots are infinite
[00:14.94]And thinking men are numbered
[00:18.31]Don't kid yourself
[00:20.99]This isn't news
[00:27.45]Let's start with Tristan Bongo alone in the race
[00:30.13]Conscription calling his name
[00:33.32]One more night of freedom
[00:35.54]An heiress high up atop the stands
[00:44.88]And the lines are open
[00:46.13]That's Lucky Star Eye Sore Doctor Murphy Sun Tzu The Clap
[00:49.10]Mr. Winner Spot Wallace Mrs. Gonorrhoea Perfect P Deadman Walking
[00:52.72]And The Company Favourite
[00:55.85]A son hands dad's hard earned cash to the clerk
[00:58.34]And she laughs at the gall of the small guido lips
[01:00.91]"Put it all on Spot the kid's already won"
[01:03.43]John Tyler smeared with last nights beer
[01:04.99]Reflect vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near
[01:07.24]In the form of Mrs. Gonorrhea
[01:21.47]Reporter reporting the state of affairs
[01:27.49]Inwardly asks of his prime time hair
[01:32.85]Why it can't quite rival the manes on these mares
[01:40.98]The smoothness can't compare
[01:45.97]The gleaming appliances attract attention
[01:49.14]The raffle prizes too many to mention
[01:51.90]Displayed all over the stadium entrance
[01:59.09]Hypodermic needles
[02:02.16]Hidden under a coat sleeves
[02:04.15]Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men
[02:06.68]In search of the horse to apprehend
[02:10.59]The race is about to begin
[02:12.57]The race is about to begin
[02:19.89]Blondie locked in 4 Eyes' arms
[02:21.91]Squirming like a dying fish
[02:24.46]That's the last I can recall
[02:31.52]The race was ran
[02:32.31]Someone lost someone won
[02:33.23]I came and I stayed and the same ever since
[02:34.86]Outside
[02:35.44]The freaks of the wilderness open in spring
[02:37.08]The time before time was the time to sing
[02:38.90]Unidentified song surging through the brush
[02:40.61]Transcription futile let alone the rush
[02:42.54]You miss when hunched and scribbling notes
[02:43.96]Here no journalism is ever in vogue
[02:45.62]Despite the attempts of doctors and saints
[02:47.23]None have recorded its heavenly grace
[02:48.75]But I stayed and stayed and stayed
[02:49.89]That race was ran thirty years back
[02:51.30]And each day since the same
[02:52.34]Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes
[02:54.15]To see the spotty remnants each has left
[02:55.64]I forget in which cups I've pissed
[02:57.07]From which I can still drink
[02:58.26]Tonight it's so cold my feet are shrinking
[02:59.81]Groping around for the sides of my boot
[03:01.23]It's no night for the blind
[03:02.12]With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes
[03:03.69]Some killer on the loose again
[03:04.84]Some idiot at large
[03:05.77]Some Chinese moose again
[03:06.53]An excuse for the sarge
[03:07.46]No sirens all silent
[03:08.47]The log cabin's silent
[03:09.39]No killer either
[03:10.33]No creeks in the floor
[03:11.17]Log cabin what cabin
[03:12.30]A shack's all I have
[03:13.30]Yes my cubbyhole's stuffed with skeletons
[03:14.62]But my neighbours are stuffed with anthrax
[03:16.02]Where does that leave us
[03:16.80]I came thirty years back
[03:17.75]From Salafessien via South Schlagenheim
[03:19.47]To Sunterum and Sunterime
[03:20.40]The late Sun Sugar's home town
[03:21.73]Buried not far from here
[03:22.70]My only friend
[03:23.44]Neighbor what neighbor
[03:24.48]My shack is all alone
[03:25.32]This pen changing lines
[03:26.08]One line at a time
[03:26.81]Blindness
[03:27.09]What blindness
[03:27.58]Sweet blindness
[03:28.07]A little laughter a little silence
[03:29.06]A little magic a little kindness
[03:30.15]A little all over me yes me
[03:31.28]The first the last the everything
[03:32.67]No trace of anything
[03:33.60]No sin no life no fun no time no any-****ing-thing
[03:35.81]No one no yes no house no shack
[03:37.12]No A no B no C no et cetera
[03:38.59]No one no two no et cetera
[03:39.96]No school no life no work no time no book
[03:41.45]No art no point no truth no use no friend
[03:43.26]No know no knot no hole no birth
[03:44.69]No end no real no fake
[03:46.25]No king of this useless nameless non-land
[03:47.64]No end to this nothing nonsense non-song
[03:49.27]No day set for my saviors arrival to carry me far
[03:51.38]Across green waters above the sky or below the depths
[03:53.26]Among the white cloud or red steppe
[03:54.45]Or to fly forever in-between ends
[03:56.00]Or in-between in-betweens
[03:56.95]Or in-between no-between
[03:57.99]Or no nothing no saviour no journey no end
[03:59.74]A thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing
[04:01.63]No reason to hide sins or reason not to sin
[04:03.42]No reason to pretend
[04:04.16]No reason to pretend there is not no reason
[04:05.99]Oh yes
[04:06.59]Blondie ran on the track
[04:07.39]4 Eyes got stuck in the rail
[04:08.45]The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable
[04:10.23]Blondie gone 4 Eyes gone Guidos gone Clerk gone Chris gone
[04:12.28]Tristan Bongo the man who never left
[04:13.86]Tristan Bongo never left
[04:14.72]Still here
[04:15.41]I stayed
[04:25.77]The clown can be a martyr
[04:34.43]The w***e can be an angel
[04:44.99]The hack becomes a master
[04:54.33]The crass becomes divine
[05:06.51]The infinite infinitesimal
[05:17.63]And all sins irrepressible
[05:26.08]No use digging holes to hide
[05:34.16]The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned
[05:55.18]So don't wish for anything
[06:10.01]The clown can be a martyr
[06:19.18]The w***e can be an angel
[06:27.94]The hack becomes a master
[06:36.74]The crass becomes divine
[06:49.02]The infinite infinitesimal
[06:55.59]All sins irrepressible