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The Body Is True Lyrics
Proper and thin as the letter 'I'
They coddled my precious mind
Told me I'd never die
That was a lie, that was a lie
The body is true because it dies
The body is true because it dies
Gazing at you, gazing at you
You're perfect like a statue
But more fine, more fine
Because your beautiful body will die
Like mine, like mine
Proper and thin as the letter 'I'
They coddled my precious mind
Told me I'd never die
That was a lie, that was a lie
The body is true because it dies
Day 10,975: 14 more hairs on my comb
I hit the gym: 14 sets of 10 repetitions
I called you up, I called you up: let's share the doomed flesh I made
Gazing at you, gazing at you
You're perfect like a, perfect like a statue
But more fine, more fine
Because one day your beautiful body will die
Like mine, like mine
Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
Called you on this numbered day
Gazing at you, gazing at you
You're perfect like a, perfect like a statue
But more fine, more fine
Because one day your beautiful body will die
Like mine, like mine
Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
Called you on this numbered day
Called you
Called you
Called you
Called you
Called you on this numbered day
Share with me, share with me the doomed flesh I made
Masterpiece!
Masterpiece!
The fine physique of a slave
Share with me, share with me the doomed flesh I made
Masterpiece!
Masterpiece!
The fine physique of a slave
They coddled my precious mind
Told me I'd never die
That was a lie, that was a lie
The body is true because it dies
The body is true because it dies
You're perfect like a statue
But more fine, more fine
Because your beautiful body will die
Like mine, like mine
They coddled my precious mind
Told me I'd never die
That was a lie, that was a lie
The body is true because it dies
I hit the gym: 14 sets of 10 repetitions
I called you up, I called you up: let's share the doomed flesh I made
You're perfect like a, perfect like a statue
But more fine, more fine
Because one day your beautiful body will die
Like mine, like mine
Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
Called you on this numbered day
You're perfect like a, perfect like a statue
But more fine, more fine
Because one day your beautiful body will die
Like mine, like mine
Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
Called you on this numbered day
Called you
Called you
Called you
Called you on this numbered day
Masterpiece!
Masterpiece!
The fine physique of a slave
Share with me, share with me the doomed flesh I made
Masterpiece!
Masterpiece!
The fine physique of a slave
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"This is about growing up as a smart, non-athletic kid which I bet a lot of Extra Life listeners can relate to. You sit out gym but you think you’re superior because you’re in all the advanced classes, getting A’s and your parents and teachers are helping you develop a sense that your mind is your self. And the mind points to abstractions, to infinity. And when you identify yourself as a mind, you lose touch with the vibe of death. But eventually the crude reality of the body and that basic fact that you’re going to die catches up with you. To be whole you have to be physical. I guess on this record I was feeling a real new found respect (well, obsession maybe) for the body." -Charlie Looker