The New Year

Age of Conceit

The New Year


Last week I would have said there's no way 
Today I'm giving in 
I don't believe in what I now have to believe in 
But no one sees and end to the end 

I have a recurrent memory 
The world has its legs spread in front of me 
Now they mark off the limits of the possible 
They went on forever now they come together 

But legs can't stay uncrossed for long 
The pleasure can't escape the perverse 
We have to stay together 
The men have taken over 
The vainglorious masters of fact 
Give me back my childhood 
But let me keep my beard 
I'll be the freakish little man 

Do you feel inspired 
I'm not fired up (all I feel is tired) 
There's no motive in misery 

You're smiling through your teeth 
It's shaken your belief 
There's no hiding in self loathing 

Your friends are digging in 
And squirting out their kin 
And giving up on self-definition 

This is a new age of conceit