The Race Is About to Begin Lyrics – black midi
Singer: black midi
Title: The Race Is About to Begin
[?], thinking man numbered
Let’s start with Tristan Bongo, alone in the race
Conscriptor crafting his name
One more night of boredom
The heiress high up atop the [?]
And the [?]
That’s Lucky Star, Ego [?], Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu, The [?]
Mr Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs Gonorrhoea, Perfect P., [?] Walking
And The Company Favourite
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A son hands dad’s hand [?] to the clerk
And she laughs at the gall of the small [?]
“Pull it all on [?], the kid’s already won”
John-[?] smeared with last nights beer
Reflect vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near to the form of Mrs Gonorrhoea
Reporter reporting thе state of affairs
Inwardly asks of his prime time hair
Why it can’t quitе [?] the manes on these mares
The smoothness can’t compare
Gleaming appliances attract attention
The raffle prizes too many to mention
Displayed all over the stadium entrance
Hypodermic needles, hidden under coat sleeves
Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men
In search of the horse to apprehend
The race is about to begin
The race is about to begin
Blondie locked in four eyes arms
Squirming like a dying fish
That’s the last I can recall
The race was ran
Someone lost, someone won
I came and I stayed and the same ever since
Outside
The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring
The time before time was the time to sing
Unidentified song surges through the brush
Transcription futile, let alone the rush
You miss when hunched and scribbling notes
Here no journalism is ever in vogue
Despite the attempts of doctors and saints
None have recorded its heavenly grace
But I stayed, I stayed, I stayed
That race was ran thirty years back
And each day since the same
Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes
To see the spotty remnants each has left
I forget in which cups I’ve pissed
From which I can still drink
Tonight its so cold my feet are shrinking
Groping around for the sides of my boot
It’s no night for the blind
With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes
Some killer on the loose again
Some idiot at large
Some Chinese moos again
An excuse for the sarge
The [?] all others
The toy captain’s [?]
The killer [?]
No [?] is the [?]
Log [?], what cabin?
A [?] at I [?]
Yet my [?]’s stuffered with [?]
But my neighbours so stuffed with anthrax
Where does that leave us?
I came twenty years back
From [?], and [?] Schlagenheim
To [?] and [?]
The [?] Sun Sugar’s home town
[?] not far from home
My only friend
Neighbour, what neighbour?
My shack is alone
This pen, changing lines
One line at a time
Blindness? What blindness? [?] blindness a little laughter is little silence
A little magic, a little kindness, a little all over me
Yes me, The first, the last, the everything
No trace of anything
No life, no sin, no fun, no time, no anyf#ckingthing, no one, no yes, no house
No shack, no A, no B, no C, no etc., no one, no two, no etc., no school, no life, no work
No time, no book, no art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend
No know, now knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake
No king of this useless nameless non-land
No end to this nothing nonsense non-song
No day set for my saviours arrival, to carry me far
Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths
Among the white cloud or red steppe
Or to fly forever in-between ends or in-between in-betweens
Or in-between no-between, or no nothing, no saviour, no journey, no end
One-thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing, no reason to hide sins
No reason not to sin, no reason to pretend, no reason to pretend
There is not no reason
Oh yes
Blondie ran on the track
Four eyes got stuck in the rail
The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable
Blondie and Brunettie and Redheadie all already gone
Chris gone
Tristan Bongo, the man who never left
Tristan Bongo never left, still here, I stayed
The clown can be a martyr
The wh#re can be an angel
The hack becomes a master
The crass becomes divine
The infinite, infinitesimal
All sins irrepressible
No use digging holes to hide
The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned
So don’t wish for anything
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