Charisma Reality Stomp - Ferocious: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Charisma Reality Stomp

Hardcore

Charisma Reality Stomp was released on February 5, 2020 by Rattle Music as a part of the album Ferocious

Song Details

Release DateFebruary 5, 2020

LabelRattle Music

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM127

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ferocious

Performer

William Direen

Organ

Mark Williams

Electric Guitar

Johannes Contag

Johannes Contag

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

William Direen

Composer

Mark Williams

Composer

Johannes Contag

Johannes Contag

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ferocious

Producer

Johannes Contag

Johannes Contag

Mixing Engineer

Daniel Beban

Recording Engineer

Carolyn van Hoeve

Carolyn van Hoeve

Graphic Design

Lyrics

Your book’s not responding

You’re half glad that it’s dead

Your body’s expanding

In a suit with no head

Your instinct is saying

It’s the stick you’re the drum

It gives no sign of reason

You’re afraid that its season has

come

In a room that’s adjoining

You’d kill for a drink

In the dark and the shine

You stand up near the brink

Where a voice that’s been crying

For 96 years says:

If there’s really no danger

Then why is this stranger in tears?

Now the boys are arriving

From their borstals and flats

Their psychotic room-mates

And their fugitive cracks

They’ve escaped to be someone

That’s no one at all

You have nowhere to crap

And you’re conscious that that is

not all

Now the band is performing

like dogs in a cart

Every sound is a voiding

of state of the art

Even odds for adventure

Ten to one you get paid

Hangout sleeping with others

Under covers where lovers have

laid.

Agnes is bloodshot

Is it sadness or greed?

A technician says “Lighting”

A dealer drinks mead

The band has its merits

The singer has two

She hangs her exhibits

And soaks up the plaudits

of who’s who are who’s.

There’s a voice in the mirror

with the face of your dad

You’re a big disappointment

Did he bring you up bad?

Tarzan’s in the toilet

With Abel and Cain

He smiles like a buddha

Says that you “shoulda saved Jane“

Like a movie, this brings on

The smell of the bong

Are you diving or driving

With the stars of Hong Kong

One night in your lifetime

A song you recall

Threw you a lifeline

You were free to be no one at all

You wait for a sentence

Without any sense

Proof of a truth

Of no consequence

A wiry half-hoper

Runs out of bread

He runs a slow traffic

It’s one way to get himself fed

You’re raw and you’re smelling

Of sex and of gum

You have no act to sharpen

You’re a carnival bum

You rejected all bribes

And your act is so thin

You abandon romance

And accept the advances of gin

You believe in belief

And you don’t all the same

And old superstition

You don’t give him your name

But when a man with charisma

Hires a hall

You drive there like vermin

Fully determined

To have yers a ball

She deserted her handful

And come within reach

You dance a flamenco

And piss on the beach

She offered you something

From the pharmacy shelf

When you refused

She got so confused

She took them herself

Now we’re out of kindling

And lemons and lime

We are our own foundlings

Who will orphan in time

Your land has no title

Your kitchen no shelf

A man’s half a man

When he’s keeping himself to

himself

Good riddance Get well Soon

Life rubs God abides

With feelings of forgery

patched up inside

The PM regrets war is on the

increase

rapine and pillage

Are the wealth of his village

called peace

A kid selling roses

You give her five bucks

She says as she poses

Before five passing trucks

“Your life kills a stranger

and robs a man blind

I don’t want to be kissed

I don’t want to exist

In your mind”.

Written by: Johannes Contag, Mark Williams, William Direen

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