I find I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons.
Do they include everything and they change for every season?
It’s only a matter of …

Time is of the essence, shall I put up some resistance?
Cursed with the awareness of my own existence,
It’s only a matter of …

Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail
That boxes me together, forever it forms the seal.
Is the knowledge of my own existence real?

I find I understand the rules but cannot find the reasons.
Do they include everything and they change for every season?
It’s only a matter of …

Time tends to pass by quicker than the nail
That boxes me together, forever it forms the seal.
Is the knowledge of my own existence real?

A slice of life, a piece of mind
Laid on a plate of my own kind;
I’ll take a key from the gravy
And unlock the cage that holds the ravens in.

What’s it like flying high?
I’ve a cone for a beak but the tar makes me cry –
That holds me together, tarred and feathered.

Breathing home, hoping for the day;
The radio and television’s thrown the rest away.
Oh dear me, look who’s come around.
Now all I have to do is hide my body in the ground.
It’s all I have to do.

When they who to the sea go down,
And in the waters ply their toil,
Are lifted on the surges crown,
And plunged where seething eddies boil.

“Tarred and Feathered” by The Cardiacs

-- RIP Tim --