There's no chance survival,
and no hiding place.
you must be my rival,
I remember your face.
a sweeter denial's become familiar to taste
there's no chance survival
and no hiding place
you can live your whole life in a cave, man.
you can learn to love uncertainty.
And I won't spend my whole life without some cold disregard
for the sweet sleep, eternity.
may you be praised for all your ways tonight
may you be praised by many ages tonight
there's no chance survival
and no side to take
I'd be less than primal
with no heart to chase
when something so vile has become so commonplace,
i know there's no chance survival.
to the flesh now we race!
and you can expect more gails violence that have blown so far
across the good ship, "The Sure-to-Be"
we are the golden,
we are the strong, static showing the random calls
fear the ocean,
don't fear the frost
don't fear the motion that cosmic toss
we are the old ones,
we are the lost static showing it comes with a cost:
we can do wrong
well, your heart and your smile align me.
and i make you safe.
there's no chance survival,
but slow time to waste.
"Chance survival" means any survival at all. The song's title might as well be "Certain Death". As in, you CANNOT just have good luck and survive. The song embraces mortality and all things finite, and the speaker courageously accepts the metaphysical notion. He deals with it, and thinks of ways you can do it too (live in a cave or just love the unpredictable nature of life).
However, he takes comfort in his lover (the addressee of the song)even though he acknowledges that love, at least love of the flesh, is just a quick fix.
Extremely dark subject matter, but somehow an encouraging song, I think. Beautiful stuff.
There's no chance survival, and no hiding place. you must be my rival, I remember your face. a sweeter denial's become familiar to taste
there's no chance survival and no hiding place
you can live your whole life in a cave, man. you can learn to love uncertainty.
And I won't spend my whole life without some cold disregard for the sweet sleep, eternity.
may you be praised for all your ways tonight may you be praised by many ages tonight
there's no chance survival and no side to take
I'd be less than primal with no heart to chase
when something so vile has become so commonplace, i know there's no chance survival. to the flesh now we race!
and you can expect more gails violence that have blown so far across the good ship, "The Sure-to-Be"
we are the golden, we are the strong, static showing the random calls fear the ocean, don't fear the frost don't fear the motion that cosmic toss we are the old ones, we are the lost static showing it comes with a cost: we can do wrong
well, your heart and your smile align me. and i make you safe.
there's no chance survival, but slow time to waste.
"Chance survival" means any survival at all. The song's title might as well be "Certain Death". As in, you CANNOT just have good luck and survive. The song embraces mortality and all things finite, and the speaker courageously accepts the metaphysical notion. He deals with it, and thinks of ways you can do it too (live in a cave or just love the unpredictable nature of life).
However, he takes comfort in his lover (the addressee of the song)even though he acknowledges that love, at least love of the flesh, is just a quick fix.
Extremely dark subject matter, but somehow an encouraging song, I think. Beautiful stuff.
these lyrics are much more accurate and comprehensive than fadedlips' fyi
these lyrics are much more accurate and comprehensive than fadedlips' fyi
thanks for the correct lyrics, shaggy
thanks for the correct lyrics, shaggy