The Bell Jar Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

To be common place would be unique 

But we're so obscure, we're incoherent 

Like tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke 

Rattling, rattling 

No nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on your face 

Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant, yeah 

Like osteoporosis, she's brittle, she is broken 

Brittle, broken, yeah 

[Incomprehensible] 

Static comes through synthesizers 

Megaphones and drum machines 

Beauty sounds like smashed guitars 

And several references to feedback 

Rattling, rattling, no surgery to save your life 

No promise, every thing's alright 

Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant 

Like osteoporosis she's brittle, she is broken 

Brittle, broken, yeah 

[Incomprehensible] 

Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die 

Music now sleeps 

Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die 

Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic 

It's over, it's over 

No more waiting for something to live for 

Now it's over, it's over 

Everything is dying and we want something more 

Now, now, it's over, it's over 

No more waiting for something to live for 

Nothing, it's over, it's over 

Everything is dying and we want something more