This is track 10 from "adrift". "adrift" is the late December 2009 release by euphoreador. It continues the dark and ominous music that euphoreador has been doing but in uniquely distinct ways. a01Cadrifta01D delves into the subjects of reproduction, fallibility, dna, hope and of course life. a01Cadrifta01D has many melody lines played with a myriad of instruments and some of the songs are heavy riffing guitars to others that are of a middle Eastern flare. Come a01Cadrifta01D with euphoreador.
Lyrics
Denomination
You better start running in the lengths of time
When we are feeling light
With Mercuriac wings
Feet travel through things
And bodies collapse around
On the chanson* lane Champ-Elysees
We go to hell after triumphing this way
And when bodies die next
Thata019s got me thinking
Yeah well thata019s whata019s got me thinking
And then the children here in this world
What will they be
Ia019m sure the children of the next generation
They dona019t what our piles of sh**
Like we didna019t want them
Thrust that were upon our ass
When we came to top with little of class
We never knew what instore would befell
Hard to tell
But Ia019m sure they dona019t want any of it
This huge pile of bull sh**
Wea019re aching to give to them
All things come to an end
What they want is to be free
Given a life to be a little human
Youa019re running now
Get your feet placed firmly on the pavement
Move into the next of square
Cause hell water is a fantasy from there
Ita019s desert oasis and tragedy
Little beautiful child you aina019t much alive
But when you get old youa019ll always regret
That everyone around you sold you such sh**
And noone cared enough to give you
The real scoop the real plan
That hardship and high ideals
Are what is humana019s hand
Dealt felt black in velvet velour
The overrated heart is to assume that it is pure
It grows wider upon this wrong
And there is love somewhere far away
Dona019t let your life go before
Youa019ve given a chance some more
Hold me tender feel then
Make a stance for romance
Then take the floor
In a dance of parlance
Theya019ll all adore
St. Georgea019s lance says your rants
Pierce to the core
Of Rosencrantz slide askance
And search for more
Friendship
*the French word for song
