Jack Nance Hair - Comet Gain

If you look on the surface you’ll find nothing

Look to your mother, pension saints

The heroes on motorcycles

That believe in fact and truth

Loud radios unsettling my nerves

As we look back in tune to the (?) sound

Belief in what?

Belief in yourself

Contradict yourself

Individuality must and has got to disappear

You can sneer, bitch, and ignore

We don’t care what you think or what you need

I don’t know why I do the foolish things that I do

I don’t know why I drink so hard to escape from these movie blues

She says, don’t listen to their lies

You gotta make your feelings known

Jack Nance Hair

Try to realize

You gotta get that meaning

Get back your fire again

Make your vision known

I don’t know why my brain feels broken like the earth outside

Feels like little holes come together inside of my mind

She said, don’t bother with those drugs you took

You gotta get back on the stage

Jack Nance Hair

Try to realize

You gotta get that meaning

Back in your act again

Make your feelings show

Oh you gotta get that feeling

Get back your heart again

And make that meaning show

So together we stand and feel stronger and braver for it

Young, free and single

Like the crack in the 45

That makes the guitar snap all night

And in the morning it starts all over again

We aren’t cartoon characters

Pain is truth

We wear our bitten mouths and fingernails

We have

We have torn ideals

Comet Gain has torn ideals

Go home and listen to your cracking needle

Your records in their stained sleeves