La classe a l'etat pur

RED HOUSE PAINTERS "Uncle Joe"
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Where have all the people gone in my life
I'm looking at the ceiling with an awful feeling of loss and of loneliness
The after late night television pain, I'm running out of strength
I'm running, running, running out of strength

And it feels so wonderful
To swim in our fears
And divide inseparable
The awakening of life

Oh, Uncle Joe, could you tell me about what you know?
Of being having mental problems and their solutions is unclear
I'll give anything a try once
I'll try anything three times
I don't care, I'm not scared
I'm not scared, I don't care

But there's no company
That can stand to be with me
So my dependency on you grows
And I am not very well read
And consider I will lose my heart
And can you spare me of my pain
And can't you spare me of my tears?

Oh, Uncle Joe
Uncle Joe
Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe

And suicide's intentional
When I spin in your fear
I am over-influenced
By movies
And you should've gone
To the fear
To my hope
The darkest hope
Did you know?
Lies become the sky
That's all gone
To the fear
To my hope
The darkest hope
Do you know?
Lies become the sky

blood ridden hands are the first things
to come through the bed
when all the pain in your life
comes to a head
poor lost soul
with no place to go
wait until winter
and you'll know
three years fold through your lies untold
innocence undoes her blindfold

who else's hands have touched
who i best understand
held close the neck and waist
of my adult orphan
this summer ends
the evenings we spent
life under china dinner din
wishes best to mystery address
i found deep in your occult key chest

on my suicide cloud
left me in the pit of my morning pout
an emptiness throughout
this scarred and sullied soul you threw out
what possessed you not to include me
how have you failed to invite me
how could you laugh with her in that theatre
when you're off and i'm alone

Blindfold - Red House painters