The Race Is About To Begin-black midi

[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep [00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson [00:12.383]Idiots are infinite [00:14.765]And thinking men are numbered [00:18.487]Don’t kid yourself [00:21.151]This isn’t news [00:27.277]Let’s start with Tristan Bongo, alone in the race [00:30.202]Conscription calling his name [00:33.399]One more night of freedom [00:35.788]An heiress high up atop the stands [00:44.839]And the lines are open [00:46.424]That’s Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu [00:48.566]The Clap, Mr. Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs. Gonorrhoea [00:50.942]Perfect P, Deadman Walking, and The Company Favourite [00:55.994]A son hands dad’s hard earned cash to the clerk [00:58.384]And she laughs at the gall of the small guido lips [01:01.024]“Put it all on Spot, the kid’s already won” [01:03.352]John Tyler smeared with last nights beer [01:04.359]Reflect vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near [01:07.273]In the form of Mrs. Gonorrhea [01:21.260]Reporter reporting the state of affairs [01:27.644]Inwardly asks of his prime time hair [01:32.975]Why it can’t quite rival the manes on these mares [01:41.217]The smoothness can’t compare [01:45.988]The gleaming appliances attract attention [01:48.912]The raffle prizes too many to mention [01:52.118]Displayed all over the stadium entrance [01:59.310]Hypodermic needles [02:01.447]Hidden under a coat sleeves [02:04.399]Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men [02:06.669]In search of the horse to apprehend [02:10.656]The race is about to begin [02:12.521]The race is about to begin [02:19.688]Blondie locked in 4 Eyes’ arms [02:22.081]Squirming like a dying fish [02:24.210]That’s the last I can recall [02:31.670]The race was ran [02:32.476]Someone lost, someone won [02:33.283]I came and I stayed and the same ever since [02:34.821]Outside [02:35.342]The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring [02:36.680]The time before time was the time to sing [02:38.539]Unidentified song surging through the brush [02:40.416]Transcription futile, let alone the rush [02:42.032]You miss when hunched and scribbling notes [02:43.636]Here no journalism is ever in vogue [02:45.210]Despite the attempts of doctors and saints [02:47.075]None have recorded its heavenly grace [02:48.409]But I stayed, and stayed, and stayed [02:49.733]That race was ran thirty years back [02:51.075]And each day since the same [02:52.124]Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes [02:53.998]To see the spotty remnants each has left [02:55.597]I forget in which cups I’ve pissed [02:56.938]From which I can still drink [02:58.001]Tonight it’s so cold my feet are shrinking [02:59.331]Groping around for the sides of my boot [03:00.924]It’s no night for the blind [03:02.250]With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes [03:03.584]Some killer on the loose again [03:04.636]Some idiot at large [03:05.428]Some Chinese moose again [03:06.225]An excuse for the sarge [03:07.034]No sirens all silent [03:08.096]The log cabin's silent [03:09.156]No killer either [03:09.952]No creeks in the floor [03:10.760]Log cabin, what cabin? [03:12.224]A shack’s all I have [03:13.023]Yes, my cubbyhole’s stuffed with skeletons [03:14.562]But my neighbours are stuffed with anthrax [03:15.848]Where does that leave us? [03:16.869]I came thirty years back [03:17.665]From Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim [03:19.257]To Sunterum and Sunterime [03:20.069]The late Sun Sugar’s home town [03:21.395]Buried not far from here [03:22.473]My only friend [03:23.267]Neighbor, what neighbor? [03:24.077]My shack is all alone [03:25.147]This pen, changing lines [03:25.669]One line at a time [03:26.464]Blindness? What blindness? Sweet blindness [03:28.048]A little laughter, a little silence [03:29.119]A little magic, a little kindness [03:30.388]A little all over me, yes me [03:31.185]The first, the last, the everything [03:32.471]No trace of anything [03:33.518]No sin, no life, no fun, no time, no any-****ing-thing [03:35.900]No one, no yes, no house, no shack, no A, no B, no C, no et cetera [03:38.572]No one, no two, no et cetera [03:39.904]No school, no life, no work, no time, no book, no art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend [03:43.092]No know, no knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake [03:45.957]No king of this useless nameless non-land [03:47.485]No end to this nothing nonsense non-song [03:49.091]No day set for my saviors arrival, to carry me far [03:51.414]Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths [03:52.978]Among the white cloud or red steppe [03:54.304]Or to fly forever in-between ends [03:55.891]Or in-between in-betweens [03:56.950]Or in-between no-between [03:58.030]Or no nothing, no saviour, no journey, no end [03:59.345]A thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing [04:01.219]No reason to hide sins or reason not to sin [04:03.071]No reason to pretend [04:04.134]No reason to pretend there is not no reason [04:05.467]Oh, yes [04:06.266]Blondie ran on the track [04:07.223]4 Eyes got stuck in the rail [04:08.023]The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable [04:09.616]Blondie gone, 4 Eyes gone, Guidos gone, Clerk gone, Chris gone [04:12.272]Tristan Bongo the man who never left [04:13.338]Tristan Bongo never left [04:14.401]Still here [04:15.135]I stayed [04:25.772]The clown can be a martyr [04:34.286]The whore can be an angel [04:44.954]The hack becomes a master [04:54.244]The crass becomes divine [05:06.466]The infinite, infinitesimal [05:17.631]And all sins irrepressible [05:25.886]No use digging holes to hide [05:34.115]The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned [05:54.858]So don’t wish for anything [06:09.741]The clown can be a martyr [06:19.049]The whore can be an angel [06:27.803]The hack becomes a master [06:36.585]The crass becomes divine [06:49.114]The infinite, infinitesimal [06:55.522]All sins irrepressible