release the beast and it will never flee
but haunt your house and dance behind your heels
no one but you knows just what you may see
release the beast and it will never flee
a monster crouches underneath each tree
none can escape of feet or wings or wheels
release the beast and it will never flee
but haunt your house and dance behind your heels
each lovely echo of far sound delights
ears are ecstatic as the music flows
into the mind flow many eerie sights
each lovely echo of far sound delights
forgotten now are all the slurs and slights
they're banished far by the first horn that blows
each lovely echo of far sound delights
ears are ecstatic as the music flows
the winning one is never one that shows
all of its tricks within a few short beats
its summer but we see the sudden snows
the winning one is never one that shows
hugely attentive to the highs and lows
beauty all ugliness for now defeats
the winning one is never one that shows
all of its tricks within a few short beats
we're wistful wondering held in our seats
by every trill of clarinet or flute
measure with joy in broken silence meets
we're wistful wondering held in our seats
far from us all the turmoil of the streets
while listening we're firm and resolute
we're wistful wondering held in our seats
by every trill of clarinet or flute
each knowing the most dim and dismal brute
would by this healing sound be set to rights
the need for satisfaction's most acute
each knowing the most dim and dismal brute
here there is peace and absence of pursuit
wolves are not wild and woeful in these nights
each knowing the most dim and dismal brute
would by this healing sound be set to rights
every morning brings the same
actors rushing to the game
lives are measured by a line
losers drown themselves in wine
echoes of the fatal fall
rumblings of the bowling ball
green the light on every side
red the colour that we hide
marbling of the easy meat
pain the message of these feet
little more that we can take
of the messes that you make
humming swiftly on the wire
news comes of the spreading fire
failure speaks louder than truth
not allowed regret or ruth
each lie makes us hate some more
hate the worker hate the poor
hate the ones who won't obey
hate the night and hate the day
hate the ones who will not sing
praises to the mighty king
always love the noble whip
keep a tight and silent lip
do all this and we will thrive
truth and justice can't survive
things that emerge from out the normal day
a million broken pieces of old light
and then the coming shadow of the night
what comes tomorrow not a one can say
no human truly comes with second sight
things that emerge from out the normal day
the little matters won't get in the way
a smaller fact that either fear or flight
is what would make a single moment right
things that emerge from out the normal day
