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Engels without Marx

from Sedition by The Sedatives

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lyrics

There's method in my madness; Nostalgia in my sadness;
A glimpse of death-wish in my gladness. I'm torn between indifference and rage.
Not young, not old, but obsolescent;
A lot of hot air but not effervescent;
A geriatric spotty adolescent.
I'm just at that difficult age.
A would-be hero without a spine,
A would-be villain without a crime,
A surplus syllable in a line of modern poetry.

I want to be an expert, want to be a sinner, want to be a sage,
What’s that noise ? It’s just me rattling the bars of this goddam gilded cage;
Don’t look at me like I’m a pustule, or some kind of bacteriophage
Don’t turn away, don’t ignore me, please, I'm just at that difficult age.

I want to claim the love I feel is due me; The social interest that should accrue to me;
but women just look right through me, and not just them but taxi drivers too.
I feel a whitening of my knuckles
as a peal of female chuckles
ring out as I walk luckless past
in my clothes from another age.
I'm a grand master who's run out of time;
A whitewasher who's clean out of lime;
A Dylan who can't find the right rhyme for a protest song.

I'm anally retentive; conversationally uninventive
and chronically inattentive when you're talking to me.
I've got emotional constipation
and my only form of recreation
is the solitary gratification
of the sexual urge.
I'm a prophet without a burning coal;
A Motown singer without a soul;
An Alan Shearer who's just missed the goal on a penalty shot.

I'm Osiris without Isis. This thing about a mid-life crisis
is that it unfailingly entices one to write self-pitying songs.
But tough luck, 'cos I'm gonna be sharing these songs with you, and I'm gonna be baring
my soul and I'm thinking of wearing my heart right out on my sleeve.
A repulsive sight, it's true,
but I suspect no worse than you.
Can't you see I'm just trying to break through
your mirror shades.
I'm Engels without Marx;
I’m Bertie Wooster without the spiffing larks;
I’m one of those drunken old farts who don't know it's closing time.

I want to be an expert, want to be a sinner, want to be a sage,
What’s that noise ? It’s just me rattling the bars of this goddam gilded cage;
Don’t look at me like I’m a pustule, or some kind of bacteriophage
Don’t turn away, don’t ignore me, please, I'm just at that difficult age.

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from Sedition, released September 22, 2016
Music and lyrics © David Banks 1997
ISRC: UK-DVB-16-00013

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The Sedatives Chesterfield, UK

The Sedatives are Bjørn Frengstad and Dave Banks.

They first sung together as members of the mythical "Groundwater Boys" in Trondheim, Norway, and continued to write and play following Dave's return to Chesterfield, UK, in 1998.

They have toured their music throughout western Siberia and selected pubs in the eastern Peak District of Derbyshire. ... more

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