The Currency’s Clichés (©1999John T. Windle)
He’s falling over
An ex-media wonder boy
Searching out for business that’s underhand.
He’s gifted, knows that’s there’s an audience out there
With a wad in it’s hand and that they’ll buy his bootleg brand.
Get down, get down, get down, get down.
He had a notion
A self-made quotation,
A sound-bite chewing on all his ears.
That “Locomotion = Self Promotion ÷ Fear
And multiplied by years and years.
Chorus:
Well you can rock and you can soul
Become a clock and duplicate the dole
The blueprint is out there
And you’re a winner if you dare.
Well you can fly and you can risk
Measure your lies and see if you exist.
Woo…
He was a teaser
With a friendly but firm attack
Sickening, abusing his charisma.
Drunk upon plaudits
Another blow landed and he reeled again
‘coz it was real again and-
Chorus:
Well he was rock and he had soul
Gifted, born to replicate the role
Of the great pretender
A psychosomatic spender
Well he would slide and he would twist
Then go and hide and exercise his wrist.
You’ll meet him someday
With regret, somewhere
A place you thought that was all your own.
He’s in your armchair, your TV, your everywhere,
feeding you, bleeding you, leading you to yesteryear.
Chorus:
Well you can rock and you can soul
Become a clock and duplicate the holes
The blueprint is out there
And you’re a winner if you dare
Well you can slide and you can risk
Measure your lies and see if you exist.
Get down
This song is on leeches
Get down
The currency’s clichés
We’ve found
a new extension
The sound
landscapes invention
not satire but wit in a factory
studying the architecture of comedy.
I see a cynical energy
Pre-dict-able in chronology
Get down the currency’s clichés
Get by, it’s all up to details
Get down to polygamist preachers
Get down to our infected teachers.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
He’s falling over
An ex-media wonder boy
Searching out for business that’s underhand.
He’s gifted, knows that’s there’s an audience out there
With a wad in it’s hand and that they’ll buy his bootleg brand.
Get down, get down, get down, get down.
He had a notion
A self-made quotation,
A sound-bite chewing on all his ears.
That “Locomotion = Self Promotion ÷ Fear
And multiplied by years and years.
Chorus:
Well you can rock and you can soul
Become a clock and duplicate the dole
The blueprint is out there
And you’re a winner if you dare.
Well you can fly and you can risk
Measure your lies and see if you exist.
Woo…
He was a teaser
With a friendly but firm attack
Sickening, abusing his charisma.
Drunk upon plaudits
Another blow landed and he reeled again
‘coz it was real again and-
Chorus:
Well he was rock and he had soul
Gifted, born to replicate the role
Of the great pretender
A psychosomatic spender
Well he would slide and he would twist
Then go and hide and exercise his wrist.
You’ll meet him someday
With regret, somewhere
A place you thought that was all your own.
He’s in your armchair, your TV, your everywhere,
feeding you, bleeding you, leading you to yesteryear.
Chorus:
Well you can rock and you can soul
Become a clock and duplicate the holes
The blueprint is out there
And you’re a winner if you dare
Well you can slide and you can risk
Measure your lies and see if you exist.
Get down
This song is on leeches
Get down
The currency’s clichés
We’ve found
a new extension
The sound
landscapes invention
not satire but wit in a factory
studying the architecture of comedy.
I see a cynical energy
Pre-dict-able in chronology
Get down the currency’s clichés
Get by, it’s all up to details
Get down to polygamist preachers
Get down to our infected teachers.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
The currency’s clichés.
