I.S.D. (Lyrics)

(You've now reached the end of our second LP We hope you have enjoyed it) Instinctive. Spontaneity. Drive. Nearly all your emotions are filtered through Til nothing's as good as you'd like it to be Til all expectations are tinged with despair In the stagnant presumption that nothing can be As good as it was in the books The girl who lives up to her looks The man who provides her a dream And the glorious way it "should" be But forget it, it "won't ever happen to you" If you're feeling down then they want you to Up's the direction to glorify in Consider the fact that most of your sins Are parts of morality that died years ago But continue existing til the alternative's known They, the big ones, the T-H-E-Y The term we all use to pass ourselves by Are barriers of silence to the ideas we preach Til our slogans descend into figures of speech So don't shout 'fuck you!' if you don't like my choice Try thinking of something that gives you a voice Someone's ability to lead you along Does not make him more than a writer of songs But if your really want to sing it Then yeah! Sing along But don't think the end result is making you strong Do what you want when you want if you can It's oh so much better than having it planned If countries were run on spontaneous thought Then maybe we'd base things on love a bit more The feelings you get when someone you know But had never dared speak to, comes up, says "hello" When somehow the whole world exists in one kiss And you long for the things You swore you'd never miss Gut feelings, the stomach, the head spins around There's so many things we don't talk about If I gave a lecture on the glory of sex Instead of a lecture on political crimes You'd get red and embarrassed and shuffle your legs And they say that we live in spontaneous times I'm told by 'superiors' we like it this way Being told what to do in our lives day by day Being ordered and disciplined is natural they say And if that's what your want you can hate me ok I don't expect less, it's the thought for the day But you'll probably deny what you feel anyway And even deny your own self-denial Even deny your own self-denial Even deny your own self-denial Even deny your own self-denial At this point I'll stop or get bottled off stage Or if it's down in a book Then you'll rip out a page Pure hatred is good in a frightening way It can help you let out what you're dying to say Express what's inside in a momentary rage From normal suppression it makes a good change But pure love or anger should not be the factors That tell us apart from the everyday actors Who live out the roles they were given to play And suppress all their feeling and try not to say That they love it! It's beautiful! It tears them apart! Or they hate it! It's a bastard! They don't know where to start Try opening your mind and see what falls out It's really amazing if you don't think about it Just go instinctive spontaneity drive It's reality stop number 35 Where they're queuing for miles to watch you survive On the freedom of conscience that keeps you alive Keeps you alive It keeps me alive! There's not many people who like the idea Of a life without freedom but they all live in fear Of losing the minute amount that they've got They say that they know who they are But they're not They're all individuals under the skin 'Born losers' were told that no one can win 'Born winners' created by money, not skill This structure is sick, it's even making me ill It rubs off on me, you can tell by these songs But I went the other way, I think it's wrong Of fuck it's all too much, it's all out of touch You're telling me I can hear you you see I can see you can hear but you cannot believe Cos your concept of life lies in envy and greed But just cos you want something don't mean your need If you can hear and be conscious the rest comes for free To bring it to basics this life is a dream And when you wake up you will see what I mean Now slag this song! Go on, tell me I'm wrong Or tell me I'm right, whatever you like But please don't take so long Or all the spontaneous thoughts will be gone All the spontaneous thoughts will be gone All the spontaneous thoughts will be dead and gone