Not A Dance
from Thenever by H. C. Turk
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lyrics
Lovers, losers
Move too fast or slow
Don’t know where to go
Fools and fighters
Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop
Every move’s a trip
Time no longer fits
I had enough fun, now I’m dying for guns
Peter eater leaders got freedom on the run
They talk of foreign wars with domesticated rants
Don’t join in if you think it’s a dance
Dance is sex with saints, or ain’t
Terror makers take your vote, then piss on all your rights
You think you found new freedom
But you’re fighting for your life
Backward lives don’t stand a chance
Don’t step ahead if you think it’s a dance
Why not try some flying?
You can’t be slapped down if you crawl on the ground
Wars that start at home can have an intimate sound
You know you need to march
And yet you’re trying to prance
Kick both feet but don’t try to dance
Lovers, liars
Move so fast they fly
Move too slow and die
Suckers, soldiers
Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop
Every move’s a trip
Time no longer fits
Leave your loss alone
You own
My bone and marrow
Defeat in bedroom battles gives your misery a start
Lose your nerve while loving
Find a ghost inside your heart
I shout war, you moan romance
Don’t fall in love if you think it’s a dance
Why not try some crying?
Dance is sex with angels till the demons come along
They make their lies sound musical
But didn’t write this song
Try to love your killer, even if you can’t
Don’t go to hell if you think it’s a dance
Wars start next door
Move too fast and slow
Tell you where to go
Whores and horrors
Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop
Every move’s a trip
Time turns into shit
Losing makes you gag, so start to cry
The damned in life are measured by the size of their lies
We’ll grab from the devils one final chance
Don’t come along if you think it’s a dance
Dance is sex with saints, or ain’t
Why not try some dying?
You lose your place to poverty
Then lose your face to crime
You lose your life to enemies
But never lose your mind
You lose your love to cowards
Who have never dared a chance
Don’t give up if you know you can dance
Move too fast or slow
Don’t know where to go
Fools and fighters
Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop
Every move’s a trip
Time no longer fits
I had enough fun, now I’m dying for guns
Peter eater leaders got freedom on the run
They talk of foreign wars with domesticated rants
Don’t join in if you think it’s a dance
Dance is sex with saints, or ain’t
Terror makers take your vote, then piss on all your rights
You think you found new freedom
But you’re fighting for your life
Backward lives don’t stand a chance
Don’t step ahead if you think it’s a dance
Why not try some flying?
You can’t be slapped down if you crawl on the ground
Wars that start at home can have an intimate sound
You know you need to march
And yet you’re trying to prance
Kick both feet but don’t try to dance
Lovers, liars
Move so fast they fly
Move too slow and die
Suckers, soldiers
Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop
Every move’s a trip
Time no longer fits
Leave your loss alone
You own
My bone and marrow
Defeat in bedroom battles gives your misery a start
Lose your nerve while loving
Find a ghost inside your heart
I shout war, you moan romance
Don’t fall in love if you think it’s a dance
Why not try some crying?
Dance is sex with angels till the demons come along
They make their lies sound musical
But didn’t write this song
Try to love your killer, even if you can’t
Don’t go to hell if you think it’s a dance
Wars start next door
Move too fast and slow
Tell you where to go
Whores and horrors
Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop
Every move’s a trip
Time turns into shit
Losing makes you gag, so start to cry
The damned in life are measured by the size of their lies
We’ll grab from the devils one final chance
Don’t come along if you think it’s a dance
Dance is sex with saints, or ain’t
Why not try some dying?
You lose your place to poverty
Then lose your face to crime
You lose your life to enemies
But never lose your mind
You lose your love to cowards
Who have never dared a chance
Don’t give up if you know you can dance
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from Thenever,
released May 30, 2011
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H. C. Turk
Space pirates steal skinny gals. Ideas are greater monsters than the demons they explain. I'd bare my soul, but don't want
to bore.
These Mystiphysical treasures can be found in my work, brainy music to make you think about feeling fantastic. In a sonic world where art is the ultimate animal, music evolution never ends, rising from the depths of the psyche to sing across a new sky.
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