The Bell Jar - Showbread

To be common place would be unique

But we’re so obscure we’re incoherent

Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke

Rattling, rattling

No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on your face

Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant, yeah

Like osteoporosis, she’s brittle she is broken

Brittle broken yeah

And rendered useless, yeah

Static comes through synthesizers

Megaphones and drum machines

Beauty sounds like smashed guitars

And several references to feedback

Rattling, rattling

No surgery to save your life

No promise everything’s all right

Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant, yeah

Like osteoporosis she’s brittle and she is broken

Brittle broken yeah

And rendered useless, yeah

Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die

Music now sleeps

Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die

Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic

Yeah

It’s over, it’s over

No more waiting for something to live for

Yeah

It’s over, it’s over

Everything is dying and we want something more

Yeah

It’s over, it’s over

No more waiting for something to live for

Nothing

It’s over, it’s over

Everything is dying and we want something more