More Is Less
Marty Willson-Piper
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I heard a rumour God was coming back
I said I didn't know he'd been
But I was cursed, unloved for what I lacked
Faith in something I'd not felt or seen
Even the angels enjoy a good cigar, they say
Tone deaf drunks sing sweet songs
Parades of people marching for what they are
Convinced that there's a right and wrong
Boasting of knowledge for all
Seems though we're crouched at the wall
I suppose we're clever, we build and we create
But we're a badly designed machine
Uncontrolled and trusting as a snake
Yet loving, kind and serene
There's something I noticed in every walk of life
That people share no policy
Distinguished peasants and lovable rogues
We all beg to disagree
I don't feel safe in my heart
Where is the end or the start
Desperation, it poked me with its stick
Inspiration threw a feast of thoughts
Desecration the world has just been sick
Delegations kiss long before they talk
Chemical seems more complex
Teachings show me more is less
I said I didn't know he'd been
But I was cursed, unloved for what I lacked
Faith in something I'd not felt or seen
Even the angels enjoy a good cigar, they say
Tone deaf drunks sing sweet songs
Parades of people marching for what they are
Convinced that there's a right and wrong
Boasting of knowledge for all
Seems though we're crouched at the wall
I suppose we're clever, we build and we create
But we're a badly designed machine
Uncontrolled and trusting as a snake
Yet loving, kind and serene
There's something I noticed in every walk of life
That people share no policy
Distinguished peasants and lovable rogues
We all beg to disagree
I don't feel safe in my heart
Where is the end or the start
Desperation, it poked me with its stick
Inspiration threw a feast of thoughts
Desecration the world has just been sick
Delegations kiss long before they talk
Chemical seems more complex
Teachings show me more is less
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