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Artist/Band:
Frank Black
Lyrics for Song: The Cult Of Ray
Lyrics for Album: Cult Of Ray [1994]
"What is there to say?
Still I can't be silent.
Hear the Cult of Ray
And you'll be enlightened
People: they're no fun.
I saw Raymond speak one time, he said
'Hello.'
And as he opened up my mind, oh,
So fried and battered, I,
I heard his words so very fine
So high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple, and
It pushes up on your Adam's apple, and
You can't hear yourself in all this babble, and
Are you feeling role strain?
Melting rock into metal (x3)
Again
Melting rock into metal (x3)
Again
In a dark place
In the deep sky
There's an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waitin'
In the old rain
In the deep sky
And he's waitin' (x5)
Hear the Cult of Ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have their way
When their mood is violent
People: they're no fun
I had a century in mind - wait!
Oh no!
At least two centuries in mind - wait!
It does not matter and
This rock is turning into sand
While we are drowning here in our own shatter
But you can't dirt 'cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee, and
I can't smile 'cause I got me a mouthful, and
I been grindin' this grain
Melting rock into metal (x3)
Again
In a dark space
In a deep water
Lives an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waitin'
In the old rain"
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| Album Lyrics: Cult Of Ray [1994] |
Frank Black
"Cult Of Ray [1994]"
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