God died today And left me in the cold He stumbled down a path And he died upon his knees on The way to the commode
God died today He skid in pouring rain With his feet up on the dash Right off the Chelsea bridge, Lord Was hardly seen again
The gigs were overlong And most of them mundane And the weather climbed to twenty-something centigrade And I, I’ve never been in London this time of year It’s nice, but I couldn’t wait to slowly disappear
He died today And he did it with a smile Threw his body in the bag Threw on the ITV, Lord And laughed a little while
In a kind of way It makes me feel at home Superfluous as shit Digestible and free, Lord Within reach and my control Throw the kettle on
The gigs were overlong And none of us got paid And the weather climbed to thirty-something centigrade And Christ, you ever been in London this time of year? It’s nice, think I remembered why I liked it here
Tuia i runga [To be woven above] Tuia i raro [To be woven below] Ka tangi te titi [The cry of the titi bird] Ka tangi te kaka [The cry of the kaka bird] Ka tangi hoki ahau [I cry also] Ko te timatanga te kupu [In the beginning was the word] Ko te atua te kupu [And the word was with God] Ko te atua ano taua kupu i te timatanga [And the word was God] E pa e manakitia matau [Dear Lord from the Pacific to] E nga hou e wha moana nui a kiwa [The four winds we ask your protection] He aha te mea nui o te ao [For what is the most important thing in this world] He tangata [It is people] He tangata [It is people] He tangata [It is people]
You raised me up now And pulled me out my mind And filled me with significance I cannot describe The tunes were overdone The well was all but dry And I still believe Magnificent isn’t hard to find
And I’m convalescing slowly day by day It’s nice, I’m still in London, living by the way And I wanna live it like it’s worth something In time, gotta give it time, give it time, give it time
How normal all the tragic feels How tragic all the normal is thereafter The laughter The real Enraptured
But anyway, I plan to stay Attend the weekly football game Thereafter Thereafter
Tagaloa cried and said “Though part of you is dead Don’t waste a minute of this thing you have left” And he picked me up just like a father And carried me southeast Where the city was calling