THE ARK - Lyrics

Tracklist:
  1. Let your body decide       X
  2. Joy surrender                 X
  3. It takes a fool to remain sane    X
  4. Modern Days                  X
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LET YOUR BODY DECIDE

Words, 
come to me so easily 
that they make me forget what I mean. 
They seem so very unsound 
when I donīt want them around 

Let your body decide where you want to go 
Let your body decide where you want to go 

Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
I donīt know if Iīm ready 
but everything must be unsteady on the first go-round 

Thoughts, 
-Is it right to feel this way? 
-Will I be happy one day? 
-Is my posture OK? 
-Am I straight or gay? 

Let your body decide where you want to go 
Let your body decide where you want to go 

Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
Let your body decide where you want to go, high or low, fast or slow. 
I donīt know if Iīm ready 
but everything must be unsteady on the first go-round

 

JOY SURRENDER

I was born to start a revolution
it would be my contribution
to a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
the joy of mens' desires
was laid in my hand
But I was born a weak and worried thinker
with an eagerness to know myself
that throws it all away
'Cause all I can think of is:
-Love
And saturday
and how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man! What if I just don't give a damn?
-How wonderful!
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man...What if I knew how to say:
- Stop
- No
- Let go?

- Oh, the angelheaded demons-tongue
who thought he knew
why some mirrors crack so easily
- now, he ain't got a clue
And every now and then
it seems to me it's come to this
-that promises and prophecies
was all i had to give
'Cause all I can think of is:
Love...

Oh, Love...

But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man...
Seems like a joy surrender

 

IT TAKES A FOOL TO REMAIN SANE

Whatever happened to the funky race? 
A generation lost in pace 
Wasn't life supposed to be more than this? 
In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss 

Let go of my hand and it will slip on the sand 
If you don't give me the chance 
to break down the walls of attitude 
I ask nothing of you 
not even your gratitude 

And if you think I'm corny 
then it will not make me sorry 
It's your right to laugh at me 
and in turn that's my oppurtunity 
to feel brave 

Because ridicule is no shame 
Oh, it's just a way to eclipse hate 
It's just a way to put my back straight 
Oh, it's just a way to remain sane 

Every morning I would see her getting off the bus 
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot 
stuck in my brain 
It kept me sane for a couple of years 
as it drenched my fears 
of becoming like the others 
who become unhappy mothers 
and fathers of unhappy kids 
and why is that? 

'Cos they've forgotten how to play 
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed 
to seem strange, to seem insane 
to gain weight, to seem gay 
I tell you this 

That it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame 
(Oh, take it to the stage) 

So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket 
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock 
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah 
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue 

Do, do, do what you wanna do 
Don't think twice, do what you have to do 
Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide 
what you have to do 
That's all there is to find 

'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame 
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane 
Oh, in this world all covered up in shame 

Oh, it takes a fool 
(It takes a fool to remain sane)...

 

HEY MODERN DAYS

Hey modern days, here we come 
But our feet are swollen and we got no place to stay 
But we hope it would still be okay 
'cos we brought champagne 
and we thought that there must be sleeping bags 
(in this very modern day) 

But we're all very proud to be here today 
The first of a thousand million modern days 

'Cos it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 
on the century's crime 

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 
on the century's crime 

Hey modern days, we're taken a-back 
We're a flame and a-gog, aloof and inhaled 
with a don-don briefcase, oh, wait for our call 
And I therefore shall declare 
that the stores shall be locked no more 
(no more), no more, (no more) 

Why shall men suffer, why shall there be freaks? 
Why am I still rehearsing a song when I oughta sleep? 

'Cos it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 
on the century's crime 

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 
on the century's crime 

Oh, chin-batty dour face, why did you go there? 
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home 
Hoping it would carry me home 
hoping it would carry me home 

Well, it's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 
on the century's crime 

It's a scam, it's a royal kind of wham-bam figure 
It's abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless 
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive 
on the century's crime 
... 

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there? 
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home 
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction 
Hoping someone [?] offering protection 

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there? 
Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home 
Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction 
Hoping someone [?] offering erection

 

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