Talk Is Cheap

Talk is cheap and its easy to shout
If we spent all our time working things out
Would it change anything?
Words are cheap and anyone can sing
So let’s sing a song about all the wrongs 

Complaining and straining
This is where it belongs
Or so some one said
It must’ve been something I read

But while I weas reading
 The ethics lay bleeding
Stab the back of the hand that feeds you 

We fall apart in the ‘basic human nature’ excuse
It’s the heart of the gig that bleeds
From the endless soul self-abuse
Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews
From the obvious to the obtuse

The critics who sound so profound
About the mythical ‘new underground’

But talk is cheap
The words of wisdom put you to sleep
And you don’t even read the cuttings you keep
Just following trends
The trail never ends
When all the solutions are just round the bend 

You’re upholding ideas that you’d never defend
In the endless search you cannot comprehend
That there’s nothing that wonderful
In worshipping trivial
Ego material
Music sells papers
Who sell you the feeling
As if it was missing (Yeah really)

Talk is cheap
Till you put it in print
Sing as you read
The words all fit 

Now we’re learning the words
Obscure or absurd
It makes no difference
It never gets heard
No it never gets ‘in’
What you really want to win
When there’s nothing to be
You say ‘look at me!’
And it works!
Yes it works!
Talk is cheap
But shouting is free!

Lyrics: Dick Lucas

Advertisements

Talk Is Cheap

Talk is cheap and its easy to shout 
If we spent all our time working things out 
Would it change anything? 
Words are cheap and anyone can sing 
So let’s sing a song about all the wrongs 

Complaining and straining
This is where it belongs 
Or so some one said
It must’ve been something I read

But while I weas reading
 The ethics lay bleeding 
Stab the back of the hand that feeds you 

We fall apart in the ‘basic human nature’ excuse 
It’s the heart of the gig that bleeds 
From the endless soul self-abuse 
Tied to the bar in the hope of reviews 
From the obvious to the obtuse

The critics who sound so profound 
About the mythical ‘new underground’
 
But talk is cheap 
The words of wisdom put you to sleep 
And you don’t even read the cuttings you keep 
Just following trends 
The trail never ends 
When all the solutions are just round the bend 

You’re upholding ideas that you’d never defend 
In the endless search you cannot comprehend 
That there’s nothing that wonderful 
In worshipping trivial 
Ego material 
Music sells papers
Who sell you the feeling 
As if it was missing (Yeah really)

Talk is cheap 
Till you put it in print 
Sing as you read 
The words all fit 

Now we’re learning the words 
Obscure or absurd 
It makes no difference 
It never gets heard 
No it never gets ‘in’ 
What you really want to win 
When there’s nothing to be
You say ‘look at me!’ 
And it works!
Yes it works! 
Talk is cheap 
But shouting is free!

Lyrics: Dick Lucas