Black Midi - The Race Is About To Begin(2022)

[00:12.93] Idiots are infinite
[00:15.08] And thinking men are numbered
[00:18.22] Don't kid yourself
[00:21.26] This isn't news
[00:22.65] Let's start with Tristan Bongo, alone in the race
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[00:31.06] Conscription calling his name
[00:33.62] One more night of freedom
[00:36.15] An heiress high up atop the stands
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[00:45.13] And the lines are open
[00:46.82] That's Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu
[00:49.64] The Clap, Mr. Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs. Gonorrhoea
[00:51.90] Perfect P, Deadman Walking, and The Company Favorite
[00:56.20] A son hands dad's hard earned cash to the clerk
[00:59.21] And she laughs at the gall of the small guido lips
[01:01.72] "Put it all on Spot, the kid's already won"
[01:04.13] John Tylеr smeared with last nights beer
[01:06.09] Reflеct vomiting Chris who dreams his dream is near
[01:08.18] In the form of Mrs. Gonorrhea
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[01:19.48] Reporter reporting the state of affairs
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[01:28.05] Inwardly asks of his prime time hair
[01:33.30] Why it can't quite rival the manes on these mares
[01:40.63] The smoothness can't compare
[01:46.34] The gleaming appliances attract attention
[01:49.36] The raffle prizes too many to mention
[01:52.39] Displayed all over the stadium entrance
[01:59.68] Hypodermic needles
[02:01.90] Hidden under a coat sleeves
[02:04.79] Of sweaty wise-guy money earning men
[02:07.06] In search of the horse to apprehend
[02:10.54] The race is about to begin
[02:13.09] The race is about to begin
[02:16.09] Blondie locked in 4 Eyes' arms
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[02:22.23] Squirming like a dying fish
[02:24.71] That's the last I can recall
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[02:32.26] The race was ran
[02:33.09] Someone lost, someone won
[02:33.97] I came and I stayed and the same ever since, outside
[02:35.89] The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring
[02:37.34] The time before time was the time to sing
[02:39.20] Unidentified song surging through the brush
[02:41.11] Transcription futile, let alone the rush
[02:42.89] You miss when hunched and scribbling notes
[02:44.51] Here no journalism is ever in vogue
[02:46.02] Despite the attempts of doctors and saints
[02:47.50] None have recorded its heavenly grace
[02:49.23] But I stayed, and stayed, and stayed
[02:50.55] That race was ran thirty years back
[02:51.80] And each day since the same
[02:52.92] Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes
[02:54.52] To see the spotty remnants each has left
[02:56.15] I forget in which cups I've pissed
[02:57.32] From which I can still drink
[02:58.46] Tonight it's so cold my feet are shrinking
[02:59.90] Groping around for the sides of my boot
[03:01.69] It's no night for the blind
[03:02.95] With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes
[03:04.28] Some killer on the loose again
[03:05.49] Some idiot at large
[03:06.55] Some Chinese moose again
[03:07.34] An excuse for the sarge
[03:08.54] No sirens all silent
[03:09.24] The log cabin's silent
[03:10.04] No killer either
[03:10.68] No creeks in the floor
[03:11.54] Log cabin, what cabin?
[03:12.81] A shack's all I have
[03:13.67] Yes, my cubbyhole's stuffed with skeletons
[03:15.12] But my neighbours are stuffed with anthrax
[03:16.42] Where does that leave us?
[03:17.54] I came thirty years back
[03:18.36] From Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim
[03:19.87] To Sunterum and Sunterime
[03:20.99] The late Sun Sugar's home town
[03:22.28] Buried not far from here
[03:23.22] My only friend
[03:24.12] Neighbor, what neighbor?
[03:24.78] My shack is all alone
[03:25.88] This pen, changing lines
[03:26.60] One line at a time
[03:27.50] Blindness? What blindness? Sweet blindness
[03:28.86] A little laughter, a little silence
[03:29.63] A little magic, a little kindness
[03:30.96] A little all over me, yes me
[03:31.82] The first, the last, the everything
[03:33.35] No trace of anything
[03:34.15] No sin, no life, no fun, no time, no any-fucking-thing
[03:36.28] No one, no yes, no house, no shack, no A, no B, no C, no et cetera
[03:39.07] No one, no two, no et cetera
[03:40.76] No school, no life, no work, no time, no book
[03:42.47] No art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend
[03:45.06] No know, no knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake
[03:47.12] No king of this useless nameless non-land
[03:48.41] No end to this nothing nonsense non-song
[03:49.75] No day set for my saviors arrival, to carry me far
[03:51.84] Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths
[03:53.88] Among the white cloud or red steppe
[03:55.05] Or to fly forever in-between ends
[03:56.59] Or in-between in-betweens
[03:57.62] Or in-between no-between
[03:58.78] Or no nothing, no saviour, no journey, no end
[04:00.43] A thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing
[04:02.18] No reason to hide sins or reason not to sin
[04:03.85] No reason to pretend
[04:04.83] No reason to pretend there is not no reason
[04:06.67] Oh, yes
[04:07.47] Blondie ran on the track
[04:08.35] 4 Eyes got stuck in the rail
[04:09.16] The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable
[04:10.66] Blondie gone, 4 Eyes gone, Guidos gone, Clerk gone, Chris gone
[04:12.95] Tristan Bongo the man who never left
[04:14.26] Tristan Bongo never left
[04:15.52] Still here
[04:16.29] I stayed
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[04:26.23] The clown can be a martyr
[04:34.75] The whore can be an angel
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[04:45.44] The hack becomes a master
[04:55.08] The crass becomes divine
[05:06.74] The infinite, infinitesimal
[05:16.62] And all sins irrepressible
[05:26.64] No use digging holes to hide
[05:34.30] The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned
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[05:55.48] So don't wish for anything
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[06:10.57] The clown can be a martyr
[06:19.52] The whore can be an angel
[06:28.23] The hack becomes a master
[06:37.42] The crass becomes divine
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[06:49.41] The infinite, infinitesimal
[06:56.49] All sins irrepressible
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