Wednesday, April 27, 2005

the Fear.

This is our Music from A Bachelors Den- the sound of loneliness turned up to ten. A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed, and it sounds just like this. This is the sound of someone losing the plot; making out that they're okay when they're not. You're gonna like it, but not a lot. And the chorus goes like this:

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again. The end is near again. A monkey's built a house on your back. You can't get anyone to come in the sack. And here comes another panic attack. Oh here we go again.

So now you know the words to our song. Pretty soon you'll all be singing along. When you're sad, when you're lonely, and it all turns out wrong...When you've got the fear. And when you're no longer searching for beauty or love - just some kind of life with the edges taken off. When you can't even define what it is that you are frightened of, this song will be here.

Oh Baby, here comes the fear again. The end is near again. If you ever get that chimp off your back, if you ever find the thing that you lack, but you know you're only having a laugh, and here we go again... Until the end. Until the end.

-written by Pulp

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