The Triumph of Our Tired Eyes

So beautiful and fragile at the same time, the voice sounds like he's going to cry. I don't think it's pessimistic, it's just true and realy sad.

i didn't think i'd find perfectionsim. but here it is. right here in my ears, running through my head, crawling down the spine, building a big lump of something in my stomach, that is slowly coming up my throat and wants to burst out of my eyes in the form of tears. incredible.

Correct lyrics, from the official site, tra-la-la-band.com... Sisters and Brothers, We have surely lost our way. In strip malls full of cancer, And a chemical rain. Lover, sweet lover, Please don't discipline your hands. Just kiss me in the morning, In your dirtiest pants. We will find our way. We will find our way. There is beauty in this land, But I don't often see it. There is beauty in this land, But I don't often feel it. Pimples are flowers, Musicians are cowards! Let's argue in the kitchen, For hours and hours. Tomorrow is a travesty, Tomorrow should be ours. Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! Musicians are cowards! The soldiers with their specialists, And the pigs with their guns cannot stop, The lost ones and the desparate ones and the driven ones. The soldiers with their cigarettes, And the police with their guns cannot stop, The lonesome ones and the desparate ones and the smart ones. So come on friends, To the barricades again. So come on friends, To the barricades again. So come on friends, To the barricades again. So come on friends, To the barricades again. We will find our way, We will find our way.

it's just...unbelievable...this is not just music...is even more...

oh man. this single song represents all that is good about music. so amazing.

this is beautiful.

lord christ. who is doing the voice on this song it's amazing. lord. christ. i love this. this album is their best i think. sort of! i dunno, it's just all so amazing. but this album licks my tear ducts. wetting them but keeping them just so, because im smiling too because its so fucking good

solidarity.

This is just amazing...Cant explain....

This song is amazing, simply amazing. I feel as if he is writing about how we all talk about doing something, changing the world but we never do. And he points out that musicians do this the most, through rebeliious songs that dont actualy do anything and thats why he repeats that over and over again. The end of it is then a call to arms, a call to the revolution. I don't know this is all tainted by my own belief in revolutions and the world.