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Citizen Fish >>
Alba s touto skladbou:
Wake The Dead,
The Time Of Our Lives,
Thirty Miles West,
Down The Road,
Miley Cyrus/ Hannah Montana,
Moving Up Living Down,
Talk is cheap and it is easy to shout. If we spent all our time working things out, would it change anything? Words are cheap and anyone can sing. So let's sing a song about all the wrongs. Complaining and straining this is where it belongs, or so someone said. It must have been something I read. But while I was reading the ethics lay bleeding. Stab the back of the hand that feeds you. We fall apart in the "Basic Human Nature" excuse. It's the heart of the gig that bleeds from the endless soul self-abuse. Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews, from the obvious to the obtuse. The critics who sound so profound about the new mystical 'underground'. But talk is cheap, the words of wisdom put you to sleep, and you don't even read the cuttings you keep, just following trends. The trail never ends. When all the solutions are just around the bend. You're upholding ideas that you'd never defend. In this endless search you cannot comprehend. There's nothing that wonderful in worshipping trivial ego material. Because music sells papers, who sell you the feeling as if it was missing. "Ahhh", yeah, really! Talk is cheap 'til you put it in print. Sing as you read the words all fit. Now we're learning the words, obscure or absurd, it makes no difference, it never gets heard. No, it never gets 'in'. But you really want to win. When there's nothing to be, you say, "Look at me!" and it works! Yes it works! Cause talk is cheap, but shouting is free!
