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SKYCLAD LYRICS
"Classix Shape" (1999 EP)
1. Vintage Whine
2. Inequality Street
3. Constance Eternal
4. Building A Ruin
5. Sins Of Emission (Unplugged version)
1. Vintage Whine
I'll play Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, I've a list long as your arm, (The connoisseur's selection) such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms, awaiting your inspections The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain I've watched hopes wither on the vine The fruits of labours toiled in vain I reap soul-grapes at harvest time. Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine. [CHORUS :] Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I'll borrow My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. Here's one for the road - afore ye go drink deep sweet lads and lasses Those blighted crops you gladly sow shall one day fill your glasses Brood for decades - pure hate distilled then bottled up much longer Revenge - a draught I'll serve you chilled, when time has made it stronger Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet. Laments ferment the patience schnapps Cask full of mulled futile dismay My well-aged-rage - you've turned the taps Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine. [CHORUS :] Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it I'll borrow My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. Anno 1999 - a classic year for Vintage Whine.
2. Inequality Street
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
From the cradle to the grave,
point your ladle to the gravy.
"Food comes first, then morals" they say,
the end of the world's three hot meals away.
Two average men eat their average meals
but destiny waits at their table.
One is served gruel while the other chews veal,
(but they're both spoon fed lies, lies from the cradle).
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Tragic moments for the masses-
work is the curse of the drinking classes
"homo homini lupus" we cry-
humanity fades like the moon in the sky.
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs,
(first they are cracked and then beaten).
The only things cracked around here are our heads,
recepies for disaster that we keep repeating.
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Here's a real beggars banquet,
a brace of rats in a blood stained blanket.
Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,
dip silver spoons into black forest gateau.
Come lords and ladies - raise glasses in toast
to the "other-half" dying to eat.
'Cause they who receive feast deserve it the most,
it's a literal dead-end (Inequality Street).
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
Life's really a chocolate box -
some do without - others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots,
while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty.
3. Constance Eternal
On wednesday the seventh your flight departed, you waved us goodbye - we stood on the ground as one journey ended another one started - you passes overhead (your wings made no sound) This world's just a rock - mow a little bit lighter, for me there's a void where your smile once shone. A new star is born far bigger and brighter than all of the others - that's where you have gone. Over the stormclouds you float high above me, knelt in the dojo we offered a prayer. Yassi was smiling - you saw how she loves me, I'm sure you look forward to meeting her there.... One with the light that was sent here to guide you, forgotten the cripple asleep in her chair. You dance hand in hand - Bernard standing beside you, you're Ginger Rogers and he's Fred Astaire. Constance in eternity, Constance in eternity, Constance eternal.
4. Building A Ruin
My life is a sentence that carries no pardon, I can't put you out of my misery now, So stunned by beauty of this madhouse garden - I've taken my chances (then lost them somehow). This body's a temple - a shoddy construction, I'm digging my grave - while boring the well, I'm paving a path to my own self destruction, I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell. No I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell. I've looked back on my time - the names and the faces, A child long ago that I nearly forgot, And felt like someone who'd just stepped on the place where the last stair should have been - (then found it was not). Life's just a process of delamination, Stripping your hopes - dissecting them gently. I've opened my heart - and to my consternation when I peered inside it was small, dark and empty. [Chorus] My friends turn to me - wonder what I am doing, drinking and smoking like somebody died. I said "Leave me alone I'm just building a ruin, The spirits are sunken - so the wreckage must rise." I'm building a ruin - I ruin a building, My bridges are burned out - my tunnels are filled in. It's all a game I believe - the longer you play it the harder it gets. The most I can hope to achieve now's my breakfast, a priest with a blindfold and last cigarette... My friends turn to me - wonder what I am doing, drinking and smoking like somebody died. I said "Leave me alone I'm just building a ruin, The spirits are sunken - so the wreckage must rise." My friends turn to me - wonder what I am doing, drinking and smoking like somebody died. I said "Leave me alone I'm just building a ruin, The spirits are sunken - so the wreckage must rise." I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.
5. Sins Of Emission (Unplugged version)
There's a beast in the cellar There since this building was made. He's lurked in the shadows From when its' foundations were laid. From my "double-helix" he taunts me His primal voice roars It mocks my humanity Turning the key in locked doors. Sins of emission - an animal trapped in a civilised mind Sins of emission - my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. Sins of emission - spilling my seed now the harvest is sown Sins of emission - come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone. Though we try to deny This primordial drive in us all We will cease to exist When we no longer heed nature's call. I'm a puppet of lust and my instincts are pulling the strings No, love's not an angel - it's merely a monkey with wings. Sins of emission - enticing and thrilling Sins of emission - the flesh is so willing Sins of emission - down under my skin Sins of emission - we're all "in like Flynn." Temptation's the one thing we'll never resist It flirts like a maiden that yearns to be kissed Is throwing the cradle to hells raging fires More sinful than nursing unacted desires? Hold tightly the reins Of your bestial instinct to breed He's an unwelcome guest In the "house-trained" existence you lead How long can you muzzle this wild brute creation of yours? You can't quarantine the primeval with walls, bars and doors. Sins of emission - an animal trapped in a civilised mind Sins of emission - my formal facade for the deaf, dumb and blind. Sins of emission - spilling my seed now the harvest is sown Sins of emission - come feast on a banquet of blood, flesh and bone.
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