we are the dead

Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today

We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by?
Just reply, you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right

Now I'm hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care

But now
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of press men
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers
Count them, fifty 'round a table
White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
We are the dead
We are the dead
We are the dead

he had intended the project for a musical adaptation of 1984. unfortunately, he was unable to secure the rights from george orwell's estate.

i think it is one his most ambitious albums.

A fantastic album. Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing (reprise) is as fine a piece of music as has been recorded in the past 40 years.

I'll make you a deal
Like any other candidate
We'll pretend we're walking home
'Cause your future's at stake

One day the dreamers died within us
When all our answers never came
We hid the truth beneath our skin but
Our shadows never looked the same

A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead

And when we couldn't stop the bleeding
We held our hearts over the flame
We couldn't help but call it treason
After that we couldn't fill our frames
After that our shadows never looked the same

A ghost is all that's left
Of everything we swore we never would forget
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead

In summers past we'd challenge fate
With higher pitch and perfect aim
And standing fast, we'd radiate
A light we loved but never named
But the answers never came
And our shadows never looked the same

A ghost is all that's left (we are the ones who lost our faith)
Of everything we swore we never would forget (can we be saved?)
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead
We are, we are the dead (we are the ones who lost our faith)
A ghost of everything we thought but never said (can we be saved?)
We tried to bleed the sickness
But we drained our hearts instead

We are the ones who lost our faith
We dug ourselves an early grave
We are the dead, can we be saved?

One of the more AMAZING exclamations from a truly AMAZING artist.

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.



In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army