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lirik lagu a handsome death [full album] – the coqs

a handsome death
the coqs

an album

1. save it for yourself
2. get tae france
3. hunger is the best spice
4. cross dissolve
5. you and who’s truth?
6. aye no, you know
7. fireball skipping*
8. vertical slice
9. not for nothing (nscf)
10. to the lost**

save it for yourself

life and time have not been kind
it’s only been 20 odd years
you wouldn’t last a metre in these shoes
and i wouldn’t want to take a step in yours

i want it all, even though i’m full
i want much more than i can afford
what’s coming to you, won’t go past
it’s not like we’ve been built to last
you’ve taken it hard and you’ve taken it fast
in all this chaotic happenstancе

the things you say are wasted on mе
but i wouldn’t have it any other way
not knowing your own strength yet
it’s left you bitter and frustrated

but the problem that you just fail to see
is that what you want opposes what you need

save it for yourself
no one’s asking for your help
i’m an island to myself
and what you’re buying i don’t sell

so save it for yourself
populate your little h*ll
with the pixels you propel
just save it for yourself

what’s coming to you, won’t go past
it’s not like we’ve been built to last
you’ve taken it hard and you’ve taken it fast
in all this chaotic happenstance
i’ve had enough, i’m full as…
i can’t afford to press my luck
you wouldn’t last a metre in these shoes
and i wouldn’t want to take a step in yours

but it’s already been 20 odd years
and life and time are never kind

get tae france

little shame catalyst
summons up a spiralling nose*dive
along with an electronic melodrama
that appears to carefully coincide

no one’s known the troubles you’ve known
as you recoil into your catacomb

except you’ve never been the quiet type
as your soul creeps out from behind your eyes
you’re not exactly the generous kind
this is hardly a timeshare in paradise

sporadic sardonic symbolism
it pins you down and it keeps you in its rhythm
as he pushes past you he always makes you shiver
“i’m looking for the kind of love
that always makes me quiver.”
as you slide inside your own catastrophe
you pray that they’ll notice all your dignity

but the simple, horrid truth is this…
no one really gives a…
buried in your sadness lurks a certain kind of bliss
fortified with no one by your…

and it’s clear you’re not the compassionate type
as your soul seeps out from behind your eyes
so i hope you’ve managed to kid yourself
it might just be best for your health
cause the single, sorry truth is this…
no one really gives a…
“shhhhh.”

hunger is the best spice

let’s get out of here before it gets too dark
fortune never favoured the faint of heart
though we did it on a budget
and that must count for something
it’s almost k!lled us
it didn’t make us stronger

let’s not stray, let’s delay
hunger is the best spice
or so they say

never claimed to know what i’m doing
but making sense of this all is confusing
so what are you trying to prove then?
cause this feels tantamount to living in ruin

a little fantasy won’t ruin our reality
“we’ll never make it in the movies.”
i just want to be ‘n0body people’
though we’ll never make a penny
we’ll have something to remember

sustain, keep it at bay
hunger is the best spice
they keep telling me

let’s refrain, let’s not decay
hunger is the best spice
or so they say

never claimed to know what i’m doing
but making sense of this all is confusing
if there’s nothing you’re trying to prove
then you can walk away and not feel like you’re losing

i don’t know what i’m doing
but with you it’s a little less confusing

so let’s get out of here before it gets too dark
let’s get out of here before we take it too far

cross dissolve

yeah, yeah. ‘the smell of rain on hot concrete’
“what a way with words.”
“it just came to me.”
have us believe it happens effortlessly
but if you’re still caring
you should tread carefully

when the rubber hits the road, will you know what you’re for?

i’m not even trying
i’m not even trying
you don’t have to try and…
i’m not even…

you no longer break a sweat
are you sure you haven’t done your best work yet?
it came and went, a feeling so brief
all great pleasure’s just a form of relief

afloat, you don’t know where you’re going, dragged out further from the shore

but i’m not even trying
i’m not even trying
you don’t have to try and…
i’m not even…

are you still clutching at those straws, growing ever more forlorn?

well, i’m not even trying
i’m not even…
you don’t have to try and…
we’re not even

you and who’s truth?

the future arrived and we went inside
ceilings became our skies
“oh, what a beautiful night!”
it’s not ‘true blue’, just screens illuminating you
growing long in the tooth
bemused with what’s been accrued

there’s no one left to confide in
take the truth and let it slide
but then
what will you take pride in?
no values to align with
surely it’s benign if it seems so asinine?
it looks to be designed in
from where you are residing

lovers in their minds, sober in their fury
time to pacify, take your daily dose of beauty

now i’m fat and dumb
but am i happy?
did my prime just eclipse me?
a sliver of time that was never truly mine
we chose the vehicles and we made the road

the future’s arrived, it seems compromised
though time just abides, feel like its concubine
“i’ve been h0m*genised! and now i can’t describe…”
no need to refine what you can’t define

nothing in their minds, nowhere to put their fury
catastrophise or justify, but spare yourself the scrutiny

now i’m fat and dumb
but am i happy?
did my prime just eclipse me?
a sliver of time that was never truly mine
we chose the vehicle and we made the road

now i’m fat and dumb
i can finally be happy
but there’s something deep inside
and it won’t permit me
you’re still feeling haunted after you got all you wanted?
you chose the vehicle and you made the road

aye no, you know

you didn’t want to stop though it no longer rang true
you still yearn for it though it does nothing for you
you’ve come so close and now it’s too close to call
but you won’t find it here anymore

like the wind in the leaves or the leaves in the wind
you can’t tell
a phantom clings to you and its hunger can’t be quelled
you chose the wind at your back
there’s no one there to laugh when you fall
but just like one of chekhov’s props
you can’t leave it on the wall

the dirt in my eyes
“it’s so nice to be here.”
the weight on my chest
“so good to feel you again.”

you crept in while the beast was sleeping
you came to learn if your heart was still beating
tragedy was looming
i couldn’t shake the feeling
everything felt dangerous
nothing really mattered

fireball skipping*

*an interlude based on ‘imminent battle!’ by reijirō koroku

vertical slice

“i would like to taste the soul of the last known living thing.”

tired of this constant maintenance
i can smell our insides
the rotting flesh
the signs of decay are ever clearer to see
we’ve never known any harmony

meet me on the backside
the backside of this backslide
take a sip of your instincts
whatever’s lying in wait
let it be succinct

“pour me another.”

picking up speed or slowing down?
stare at your nails
“how profound.”

hand*to*mouth never granted any clout
but the freedom we’ve received
is debilitating me

climbed out of the mouth when it opened up to shout
but now that i’m free
there’s nothing incubating me

my eyes bulge cause i’m embarrassed
while yours betray and show you’re feeling disparaged
stayed out of the wet
clung to the undercarriage
i chose the draught
but now i’m famished

“typical me, typical me.”

that naïve? you wouldn’t be so conceited
so just play your part, don’t act like you’re beneath it

“silly me, silly old me.”

hand*to*mouth never granted any clout
but the freedom i’ve received
might be the death of me

if you even have to ask, it surely dictates that
“i respect nothing.”

hand*to*mouth is no reason to be proud
but the life that we’ve carved out
is taking its toll now

lose the stupid pout if you’re in any doubt
“still i respect nothing”

“all too human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is all too human.”

“too human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is all too human.”

all my life i thought i’d change, nothing’s going to change now

“all too human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is all too human.”

“too human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is all too human.”

all i want’s a little change, everything’s the same now

“human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is you’re too human.”

“you’re human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is you’re too human.”

so what would be the point of changing my life now?

“all human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is all human.”

“just human.”
something’s broken inside
“the problem is all you humans.”

not for nothing (negative sp*ce creates form)

we used to stay lucky
now we just stay healthy
days feeling complete
are long behind me

i’m indicating nothing
indicative of nowt
we reminisce about the days
when we were free and wild

i can’t tell you
i don’t know
nothing to say but i’ve never felt so…

the hand clenches
the hair grows
the skin sheds
and the breath just knows

now you want to live
but you don’t know how
your sense of self*preservation
it has a certain style

you could let me be your canary
living in misery and mystery
an anonymous sort of cooperation
the perfect balance between survival and self*destruction

but i won’t be silenced by this thick darkness

languish in the abyss
surrounded yet abandoned
“if i’d had any friends, if i’d been well read.”
one day we’ll all need someone to say goodbye to
i cover my face
and yet by some miracle

i can’t tell you
i don’t know
nothing to say but i’ve never felt so…

the hand clenches
the hair grows
the skin sheds
and the breath just knows

negative sp*ce creates form
there are no mistakes
nothing is wrong

an anonymous sort of cooperation
the perfect balance between survival and self*destruction

but i won’t be silenced by this thick darkness

to the lost**