"That Noise In Crowds" lyrics
First we begin in the womb
And shoved through a crescent moon
Then loved in a fluorescent room of doctors
And blessings too, from uncles and aunties
To gramps and grannies
Who say all the, "aahs" and "oohs"
Because they're envious of you
And what a welcome to the gauntlet
With a potential so monstrous
This was your moment, ironic we can't recall it
But without a doubt, we were perfect at first
Before we could walk, sit, or say words
'Cause then a few years past 12
Self-consciousness develops
And compels some to get a noose
And put a note in an envelope
Get the chair up and jump
And change their mind while in mid-air
But then they're an ornament, the chandelier
And become one of
So many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, who lost their soul
To this game of actors, directors and roles
To this game of cards, and decided to fold
And I can't tell you what they chose was wrong
'Cause maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a bettin' man
Or a bettin' man
(Not a reverend or a bettin' man)
So we begin in the womb
And shoved through a crescent moon
Then loved in a fluorescent room of doctors
And blessings too, from uncles and aunties
To gramps and grannies
Who say all the, "aahs" and "oohs"
Because they're envious of you
They make it to middle-age
With a job, and a house that's so gorgeous
Two porches, orchids by your front doorstep
And you're with a woman you've adored for years, and more than anything
You want to seem satisfied with the boredom, but you can't
And it bleeds through your eyes
When you see your wife in the waiting room
While your daughter gives life to a baby who
Has many days left to become bored and depressed
So you're sitting there, fucking envious, as one of those
So many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, who lost their soul
To this game of actors, directors and roles
To this game of cards, and decided to fold
And I can't tell you what they chose was wrong
'Cause maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a bettin' man
Or a bettin' man
(Not a reverend or a bettin' man)
Then we'll end in a bed and and... (what?)
Then you'll end up in a bed and soon
In a fluorescent room of daughters and sons
Of nieces and of your nephews
You'll part the planet, but before they'll want an answer
Of what to do with life if you could plan it
And then you'll tell 'em:
"I don't know, and no one does
Regardless of what someone says
None of it makes much sense
So I guess I worship nothingness, but
I'd rather that said here dying on my death bed
Than me pretend I know more from living longer than the next man
I'm still confused as shit, just satisfied in it
Pacified by the fact that every man will die
And that I'm not the only one who's gone
Who's disappeared into the fog
I'm just another set of eyes
That will cease to see it all
As one of -"
So many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, oh, so many people
One of so many many many people
Many many many people, many many many people
One of so many people, who lost their soul
To this game of actors, directors and roles
To this game of cards, and decided to fold
And I can't tell you what they chose was wrong
'Cause maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a bettin' man
Or a bettin' man
(Not a reverend or a bettin' man)
And shoved through a crescent moon
Then loved in a fluorescent room of doctors
And blessings too, from uncles and aunties
To gramps and grannies
Who say all the, "aahs" and "oohs"
Because they're envious of you
And what a welcome to the gauntlet
With a potential so monstrous
This was your moment, ironic we can't recall it
But without a doubt, we were perfect at first
Before we could walk, sit, or say words
'Cause then a few years past 12
Self-consciousness develops
And compels some to get a noose
And put a note in an envelope
Get the chair up and jump
And change their mind while in mid-air
But then they're an ornament, the chandelier
And become one of
So many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, who lost their soul
To this game of actors, directors and roles
To this game of cards, and decided to fold
And I can't tell you what they chose was wrong
'Cause maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a bettin' man
Or a bettin' man
(Not a reverend or a bettin' man)
So we begin in the womb
And shoved through a crescent moon
Then loved in a fluorescent room of doctors
And blessings too, from uncles and aunties
To gramps and grannies
Who say all the, "aahs" and "oohs"
Because they're envious of you
They make it to middle-age
With a job, and a house that's so gorgeous
Two porches, orchids by your front doorstep
And you're with a woman you've adored for years, and more than anything
You want to seem satisfied with the boredom, but you can't
And it bleeds through your eyes
When you see your wife in the waiting room
While your daughter gives life to a baby who
Has many days left to become bored and depressed
So you're sitting there, fucking envious, as one of those
So many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, who lost their soul
To this game of actors, directors and roles
To this game of cards, and decided to fold
And I can't tell you what they chose was wrong
'Cause maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a bettin' man
Or a bettin' man
(Not a reverend or a bettin' man)
Then we'll end in a bed and and... (what?)
Then you'll end up in a bed and soon
In a fluorescent room of daughters and sons
Of nieces and of your nephews
You'll part the planet, but before they'll want an answer
Of what to do with life if you could plan it
And then you'll tell 'em:
"I don't know, and no one does
Regardless of what someone says
None of it makes much sense
So I guess I worship nothingness, but
I'd rather that said here dying on my death bed
Than me pretend I know more from living longer than the next man
I'm still confused as shit, just satisfied in it
Pacified by the fact that every man will die
And that I'm not the only one who's gone
Who's disappeared into the fog
I'm just another set of eyes
That will cease to see it all
As one of -"
So many people, oh, so many people
One of so many people, oh, so many people
One of so many many many people
Many many many people, many many many people
One of so many people, who lost their soul
To this game of actors, directors and roles
To this game of cards, and decided to fold
And I can't tell you what they chose was wrong
'Cause maybe death is gumdrops and heaven
But I'm not a reverend or a bettin' man
Or a bettin' man
(Not a reverend or a bettin' man)
