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Masquerade

from A Road Unsuited by Andrew Pearson

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You fall through life's pinball machine
Ricocheting around until your eyes gleam
Forgetting yourself, youth's hopeful dreams
You get frozen and melted and turned into steam
Then one day you inevitably fade
I'm fed up of this masquerade

You' get screamed at in the morning by your alarm
Then thrown out on to society's farm
You do your best to keep out of harm
To stay presentable, to stay warm
To keep fed with the table laid
I'm fed up of this masquerade

You learn to swim and to drive a car
You read the papers and you listen to the charts
You talk to the neighbours about the sun or the haar
You stand in your coattails in front of the registrar

Life is like a knotted piece of string
You can see where it starts and know it must end
But in the middle is just a mess and your fingers can't feel a thing
All I'm left with is my breath and the body that I'm in

You save all insightful comments for your book group
You think you're so bohemian cause you wear t-shirts of Warhol soup
You jump through all of life's little loops
You cheer on bravely our proud troops
You turn up to all their parades
I'm fed up of this masquerade

People higher than you you try to impress
By obsequiously always saying yes
In your spreadsheet mind you define success
By owning cars and holidays in the US
You think you've got it made
I'm fed up of this masquerade

Life is like a knotted piece of string
You can see where it starts and know it must end
But in the middle is just a mess and your fingers can't feel a thing
All I'm left with is my breath and the body that I'm in

Life is like a knotted piece of string
You can see where it starts and know it must end
But in the middle is just a mess and your fingers can't feel a thing
All I'm left with is my breath and the song that I sing

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from A Road Unsuited, released November 8, 2010

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