
Date of issue: 03.12.1999
Record label: Global
Song language: English
A Well Beside The River |
A song I dedicate unto those who share my need |
to give their all — and should they fall strive on til they succeed. |
though my belly aches with hunger — weary limbs tremble and shiver |
I’d rather go where waters flow — no well beside the river. |
It’s spur has driven some to Hell on an unbridled desire |
no pain — no gain — the strongest chain’s forged in the hottest fire |
I pity you — who’s eyes so blue have never known ambition |
yet can spit your judgment at me like some crazed, despotic queen |
This dull existence merely half-life- (a glazed comatose condition) |
too scary to try — so born to die sat at your sewing machine |
Discontentedly accepting all the world’s prepared to give her |
it’s fate that she stagnates just like a well beside the river |
Life’s one almighty, ducking — school we’ve built with our own hands. |
We can swim and burn or sink and drown |
'cause either way we’re damned. |
I’m so proud to be the tupping fool — your foul, fantastic freak, |
at least each moment I’ve spent on this earth was totally unique. |
So little man with such big plans to stand upon the stage, |
Why do you squabble in the dirt — you should be reaching for a star? |
By far the greatest gift that I can give on making the front page, |
it is: instead of punching faces why not practice your guitar. |
More beauty has been composed than jealousy can tear and sliver. |
Wilst troubled waters bubble — you’re a well beside the river |
Life’s one almighty, ducking — school we’ve built with our own hands. |
We can swim and burn or sink and drown |
'cause either way we’re damned. |
I’m so proud to be the tupping fool — your foul, fantastic freak, |
at least each moment I’ve spent on this earth was totally unique. |
There’s a dirty job I’ve done for all my life without |
time-off called being me. |
Though the hours are long and my pay is poor — I can’t resign it’s |
all I’m qualified to be! |
Life’s one almighty, ducking — school we’ve built with our own hands. |
We can swim and burn or sink and drown |
'cause either way we’re damned. |
I’m so proud to be the tupping fool — your foul, fantastic freak, |
at least each moment I’ve spent on this earth was totally unique. |
Though my belly aches with hunger — weary limbs tremble and shiver, |
I’d rather go where waters flow — no well beside the river. |
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