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Flint & Tinder
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We just can’t help ourselves
Can’t even tell you why we do these things
And we can’t shut our mouths
Just gotta shoot them off before we think
It’s not what it looks like (Then what does it look like?)
It’s not what it sounds like (Then what does it sound like?)
It’s not what it feels like (Then what does it feel like?)
It’s not what it smells like (Then what does it smell like?)
Cos you and me, we’re like a flint and tinder
When we strike the rocks all we will leave is cinders
And it looks and sounds and smells and tastes like love
But it’s not love
Is it just blind instinct
That propels us like a wind-up toy
And leaves us powerless to do anything other than build up
Towers that we subsequently choose to destroy?
It’s not what it feels like (Then what does it feel like?)
It’s not what it looks like (Then what does it look like?)
It’s not what it sounds like (Then what does it sound like?)
It’s not what it tastes like (Then what does it taste like?)
Cos you and me, we’re like a flint and tinder
When we strike the rocks all we will leave is cinders
And it looks and sounds and smells and tastes like love
But it’s not love
What does it feel like? What does it look like?
What does it sound like? What does it smell like?
Feel it shake, rattle and roll
As you surrender to forces you never learned to control
And it’s dark and it’s cold and you’re all alone
Except the echoes of you whispering “Is anybody home?”
Quake and quiver and pray for deliverance
Hanging on for dear life when the only way to live is
To let go
So let go
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Sacred something, weak and wild
Bless this ugly useless child
Filter him until he’s pure as driven coke
Make him better, make him less bad
Scrape off the filth he has on his filthy hands
Boil him dry and sublimate all of his sins
Won’t you help, won’t you help me refrain
The tension of temptation’s decimating my brain
And all I ever have – repentance songs
I have strayed and I have sinned
I can’t even touch myself because I don’t know where I’ve been
My straight and narrow’s bent and stretched beyond repair
So wash my mouth out, wash my brain
Steep me in solvents and absolve me of all stains
Leave me fresh and lemon-scented on your bench
Won’t you help, won’t you help me refrain
The tension of temptation’s decimating my brain
And all I ever have – repentance songs
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Vorn Wellington, New Zealand
“Vorn Colgan has been New Zealand's best-kept musical secret for so long now that it seems almost a shame to spoil it.” – Simon Sweetman, offthetracks.co.nz
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