REACTION TO CARDIACS.

Cardiacs do Loosefish Scapegrace & Tarred And Feathered from the album Songs For Ships And Irons. #worldmusic #cardiacs #reaction #progpunk https://www.buymeacoffee.com/yonwonwool Lyris: Loosefish Scapegrace. Rigid license severity To drain the cup of misery Put dirty water in their tea Join them to the armies What do the acts do they perform In institution uniform Pay in the price to pay for day To spill or fritter away Loosefish bad egg sad lot scapegrace All my magnitude stops the irons entering my soul Here I stand and I can and I like it Rigid license severity To drain the cup of misery Put dirty water in their tea Join them to the armies Rigid license severity Graceless is the place to be To drain the cup of misery To the dregs the only place to be I'm a man seeing if I can be a bigger man And be the big world holder And wear it on my shoulder Confiscate all the hearts and minds of all human kind And give a daring operation To deflect all life's afflictions Nastiness disease squandermania prevails Loosefish bad egg sad lot scapegrace Here I stand and I can and I like it To have no being be the null and void To be no more leave no rack behind So I dissolve away So to be such stuff as dreams are made Rigid license severity Graceless is the place to be To drain the cup of misery To the dregs the only place to be Nastiness and diseases will Choose me any path it pleases I don't sleep I die My bed is always closing in on me I desolve Lyrics: Tarred And Feathered. I find I understand the rules But cannot find the reasons Do they include everything And they change for every season? It's only a matter of Time is of the essence Shall I put up some resistance? Cursed with the awareness Of my own existence It's only a matter of Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail That boxes me together, forever it forms the seal Is the knowledge of my own existence real? I find, I understand the rules But cannot find the reasons Do they include everything And they change for every season? It's only a matter of Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail That boxes me together, forever it forms the seal Is the knowledge of my own existence real? A slice of life a piece of mind Laid on a plate of my own kind I'll take a key from the gravy And unlock the cage That holds the ravens in What's it like flying high? I've a cone for a beak But the tar makes me cry That holds me together Tarred and feathered Breathing home, hoping for the day The radio and television's thrown the rest away Oh dear me, look who's come around Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground It's all I have to do When they who to the sea go down And in the waters ply their toil Are lifted on the surges crown And plunged where seething eddies boil