DUM DYADADUM WHY BOTHER?
DUM DYADADUM WHY BOTHER?
DUM DYADADUM WHY BOTHER?
DUM DYADADUM WHY BOTHER?
YOU… SLIP AWAY
YOU… DRIFT AWAY
YOU SEE… THIS IS NOT ME
IT’S ALL JUST SMOKE AND MIRRORS
IT’S ALL FOG AND SMOKE AND MIRRORS
IT’S ALL JUST SMOKE AND MIRRORS
IT’S ALL FOG AND SMOKE AND MIRRORS
THE SMOKE DRIFTS AWAY
THE FOG CLEARS AWAY
NOW YOU SEE A NAKED TRUTH
I’M STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
I’M THE REAL ARTICLE
SLIGHTLY SKEWED AND FARCICLE
BLAME…IT’S THE SAME GAME
ONE FOR YOU ( AND THREE FOR ME)
ONE FOR YOU ( AND THREE FOR ME)
ONE TOWARDS YOU (THREE FOR ME)
ONE TOWARDS YOU (THREE FOR ME)
BONES POINT THE WAY
GHOSTS DRIFT MY WAY
NOW YOU SEE A NAKED TRUTH
I’M STANDING (FALLEN) RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
SLIGHTLY USED AND SMARTER SO
RIGHTLY BRUISED AND SMARTING SO
-this was a fun one, meant to be overly theatrical from the start...i have a tendency to mumble some thoughts at the end of many songs, most of which mean nothing except to me...Steve suggested some "seemingly haphazard" musings at the close of this one, but with a little more clarity...
-we kind of liked how it evolved...
-a classical gtr with some ethereals for bed...