Sentiment-Crass

[ti:Sentiment] [ar:Crass] [al:This Is The A.L.F.] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Sentiment - Crass [00:42.69]Feathers burn so easily the cat is blinded in the garden [00:48.13]Last vision the lark is flame [00:52.67] [00:53.21]The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen [00:57.59]The gentle eye the dispensable perfection [01:03.08] [01:04.54]Before the flash takes two weeks food [01:07.74]Pile the sacks of earth and hide [01:10.27]All of us here know it we grew it [01:15.41] [01:16.01]Fighting amongst ourselves leaving bits of flesh on barbed wire [01:21.78]A little blood on the floor [01:24.69] [01:27.21]Locks and bars across the door [01:29.18] [01:31.16]Well versed in violation [01:34.14]Our children beat each other in the garden [01:38.80]Our failure to accept the earth we talk of love but push it to the edge [01:44.57] [01:45.64]Push it to the edge [01:47.27] [01:49.53]This is no natural aggression composing death [01:52.17]I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist [01:58.37]The perfect hand that turns against itself [02:01.83]The perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's blade [02:06.62] [02:07.59]Or leads to death [02:10.76] [02:12.38]Leads to death the used-up bull or incarcerates the hopeless fool [02:17.78]Or takes the forest with a single flame [02:22.07] [02:23.83]Leaves the next an empty shell [02:26.28]Human kind condemns the hunting beast [02:29.90]Yet their own choice leaves behind such ragged meat [02:34.56]The military dream of blood [02:35.78] [02:36.79]Their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men [02:38.81] [02:39.59]Who work towards our bloody end [02:41.08] [02:42.58]They fly Enola gaily give birth to this waiting waiting [02:48.01] [02:48.54]Give us the reality of our hatred give the earth nothing [02:51.70] [02:53.03]Melting goats dead on the green dying lambs bleating by the wire [02:57.46] [02:58.63]Three last days on the earth I lay down to die in the grass