From the recording The Iciclist
A woman suggests the Iciclist should go to a club because the youth will be open to his message. In the club the Iciclist finds the youth of earth lost in drugs, alcohol, and the weight of the elder’s negative judgment about them.
Performed by Ben Shaw and Jamie Hill
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jamie Hill at The Department of
Energy Management Studios in Tacoma, WA.
All songs written and copyrighted by Benjamin Beckwith Shaw
All rights reserved
Lyrics
Before you find a reason for their crooked smiles
There might be treason in their lives
Maybe they are searchin for the lies you have sold
It could be that rainbows have no gold
the kids gettin lost in the club barely know their names
The lies within their heads are not the same
People say they're lazy
There's a cost to all this blame
Diamonds in the sun shine the same in the rain.
The last to go are the hopeful ones.
Cynics in the choir
Singing hymns for themselves
Decorated by desire.
Can you mend disposable?
Bend the light, meld the wires?
Do you think they chose this road
When they were a child?
the kids gettin lost in the club barely know their names
The lies within their heads are not the same
People say they're lazy
There's a cost to all this blame
Diamonds in the sun shine the same in the rain.
Let the flies feed the fast
Break the mold of the caste
Frozen breath scorched remains
Till again that barren soil
Over which noone will toil
Will we taste the moon again?
There is no repeat or rewind
Shuttered doors lead
Through and through
To me and you
And when we do the rent is due
Can you really prove it that the a lie is true?
the kids gettin lost in the club barely know their names
The lies within their heads are not the same
People say they're lazy
There's a cost to all this blame
Diamonds in the sun shine the same in the rain.
Diamonds in the sun
shine the same in the rain