While recording my April 2007 Day Album it occured to me that I should write a Real Thing-era Faith No More song. The Real Thing and Angel Dust have been two of the most influencial albums for me as a song-writer.

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THE REAL THING

You're sore
Nothing you can find to live for
No more faith in what you know you are
Or what you have to offer
Author war in your mind and in your music
Censor 'til you feel yourself kill your will
Someone else pays the bill
And still you get the credit and the thrill for the skill
Of the ones who came before you

Just beneath the surface lies your name
A shallow grave, fame
Who will be remembered,
Chicken or the Quorn?
A Grammy for the one who was reborn

Down and down you watch the water swirl
Grip the edge and let your product hurl

You star
Yesterday raised the bar too far
What you are, no cigar
Red hands, you've been caught
Former fans deadpan
An arresting composition
Sleep now
Open up, let it out, allow
Break the vow
Low brow
You're small
Lose yourself in the all
Just fall from the faucet to the tub and disolve

Taste the tears from your master's eyes
Now the lessons are your new disguise