Only a God
Young Knives * Track #9 On Barbarians
Only a God Lyrics
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
You dark eye on the function floor
Your black gloss are my only liquids
I keep you pinned, I keep you under the glass
Under the glass, under the glass
But maybe you're a joke to sleep
I cannot take you, no, I cannot move me
He drift off and you scuttle away
But the worst part was the baler twine
And the worst part was the life in your eyes
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Has an absence increased your stare?
I really doubt it, after all, I'm a savage
With your many legs touching my body
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
Running headlong into the fields of wipers
You've all done well, kept your perfect noses clean
The beds are made and the governess is pleased
I'm delighted to tell you you've made the grade
The chance to forge the perfect future
But I'm afraid
There's nothing I can offer you
All positions are taken
Too many have had too much
Nothing but bad timing
Sorry, sorry, sorry, forgive me
I'm only a god
Oh, what a waste of Bordeaux
Oh, what a waste
Oh, what a waste of Bordeaux
Oh, what a waste of Bordeaux
Oh, what a waste of Bordeaux
Only a God Q&A
What did Young Knives say about "Only a God"?
This track is all about the big drop and my attempt to do a scremo vocal. We started with a pulsing single note. I think we started off with a kind of Liars thing in our mind but inevitably, and possibly thankfully it went somewhere different. For me both the tracks at the end of this album are a bi...