Black Midi - The Race Is About To Begin

[00:12.93] Idiots are infinite [00:15.08] And thinking men are numbered [00:18.22] Don't kid yourself [00:21.26] This isn't news [00:22.65] Let's start with Tristan Bongo, alone in the race [00:27.35] [00:31.06] Conscription calling his name [00:33.62] One more night of freedom [00:36.15] An heiress high up atop the stands [00:39.94] [00:45.13] And the lines are open [00:46.82] That's Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu [00:49.64] The Clap, Mr. Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs. Gonorrhoea [00:51.90] Perfect P, Deadman Walking, and The Company Favorite [00:56.20] A son hands dad's hard earned cash to the clerk [00:59.21] And she laughs at the gall of the small guido lips [01:01.72] "Put it all on Spot, the kid's already won" [01:04.13] John Tylеr smeared with last nights beer [01:06.09] Reflеct vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near [01:08.18] In the form of Mrs. Gonorrhea [01:11.29] [01:19.48] Reporter reporting the state of affairs [01:24.77] [01:28.05] Inwardly asks of his prime time hair [01:33.30] Why it can't quite rival the manes on these mares [01:40.63] The smoothness can't compare [01:46.34] The gleaming appliances attract attention [01:49.36] The raffle prizes too many to mention [01:52.39] Displayed all over the stadium entrance [01:59.68] Hypodermic needles [02:01.90] Hidden under a coat sleeves [02:04.79] Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men [02:07.06] In search of the horse to apprehend [02:10.54] The race is about to begin [02:13.09] The race is about to begin [02:16.09] Blondie locked in 4 Eyes' arms [02:19.77] [02:22.23] Squirming like a dying fish [02:24.71] That's the last I can recall [02:29.33] [02:32.26] The race was ran [02:33.09] Someone lost, someone won [02:33.97] I came and I stayed and the same ever since, outside [02:35.89] The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring [02:37.34] The time before time was the time to sing [02:39.20] Unidentified song surging through the brush [02:41.11] Transcription futile, let alone the rush [02:42.89] You miss when hunched and scribbling notes [02:44.51] Here no journalism is ever in vogue [02:46.02] Despite the attempts of doctors and saints [02:47.50] None have recorded its heavenly grace [02:49.23] But I stayed, and stayed, and stayed [02:50.55] That race was ran thirty years back [02:51.80] And each day since the same [02:52.92] Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes [02:54.52] To see the spotty remnants each has left [02:56.15] I forget in which cups I've pissed [02:57.32] From which I can still drink [02:58.46] Tonight it's so cold my feet are shrinking [02:59.90] Groping around for the sides of my boot [03:01.69] It's no night for the blind [03:02.95] With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes [03:04.28] Some killer on the loose again [03:05.49] Some idiot at large [03:06.55] Some Chinese moose again [03:07.34] An excuse for the sarge [03:08.54] No sirens all silent [03:09.24] The log cabin's silent [03:10.04] No killer either [03:10.68] No creeks in the floor [03:11.54] Log cabin, what cabin? [03:12.81] A shack's all I have [03:13.67] Yes, my cubbyhole's stuffed with skeletons [03:15.12] But my neighbours are stuffed with anthrax [03:16.42] Where does that leave us? [03:17.54] I came thirty years back [03:18.36] From Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim [03:19.87] To Sunterum and Sunterime [03:20.99] The late Sun Sugar's home town [03:22.28] Buried not far from here [03:23.22] My only friend [03:24.12] Neighbor, what neighbor? [03:24.78] My shack is all alone [03:25.88] This pen, changing lines [03:26.60] One line at a time [03:27.50] Blindness? What blindness? Sweet blindness [03:28.86] A little laughter, a little silence [03:29.63] A little magic, a little kindness [03:30.96] A little all over me, yes me [03:31.82] The first, the last, the everything [03:33.35] No trace of anything [03:34.15] No sin, no life, no fun, no time, no any-fucking-thing [03:36.28] No one, no yes, no house, no shack, no A, no B, no C, no et cetera [03:39.07] No one, no two, no et cetera [03:40.76] No school, no life, no work, no time, no book [03:42.47] No art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend [03:45.06] No know, no knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake [03:47.12] No king of this useless nameless non-land [03:48.41] No end to this nothing nonsense non-song [03:49.75] No day set for my saviors arrival, to carry me far [03:51.84] Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths [03:53.88] Among the white cloud or red steppe [03:55.05] Or to fly forever in-between ends [03:56.59] Or in-between in-betweens [03:57.62] Or in-between no-between [03:58.78] Or no nothing, no saviour, no journey, no end [04:00.43] A thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing [04:02.18] No reason to hide sins or reason not to sin [04:03.85] No reason to pretend [04:04.83] No reason to pretend there is not no reason [04:06.67] Oh, yes [04:07.47] Blondie ran on the track [04:08.35] 4 Eyes got stuck in the rail [04:09.16] The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable [04:10.66] Blondie gone, 4 Eyes gone, Guidos gone, Clerk gone, Chris gone [04:12.95] Tristan Bongo the man who never left [04:14.26] Tristan Bongo never left [04:15.52] Still here [04:16.29] I stayed [04:18.58] [04:26.23] The clown can be a martyr [04:34.75] The whore can be an angel [04:42.38] [04:45.44] The hack becomes a master [04:55.08] The crass becomes divine [05:06.74] The infinite, infinitesimal [05:16.62] And all sins irrepressible [05:26.64] No use digging holes to hide [05:34.30] The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned [05:51.01] [05:55.48] So don't wish for anything [06:06.75] [06:10.57] The clown can be a martyr [06:19.52] The whore can be an angel [06:28.23] The hack becomes a master [06:37.42] The crass becomes divine [06:42.30] [06:49.41] The infinite, infinitesimal [06:56.49] All sins irrepressible [07:00.41]