Sublime Vulgarity

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Lyrics

There are those who have so often
And ably served as guide
Or held aside the window sash
While we caught a glimpse outside
Or wandered through the foggy wood
Before the early rays of dawn
We felt the wonder of the cloudy moon
And the pain of comin' down

Some things are just too alive to die
And their song remains the same
Learning feels like remembering
Who's to credit? Who's to blame?

And it feels about as ethereal
As a stake right through the heart
And standing in the shadows, baby
Fell to you, that was your part
To always be so far ahead
As to feel as though you're left behind
And you've got to get down in the dirt
If it's treasure you're to find

Some things are just too alive to die
And their song remains the same
Learning feels like remembering
Who's to credit? Who's to blame?

There are no prerequisites
No noble blood required
Age-old notions of birth rights
Have long since been retired
The lowest of the plebeians
May rise to the greatest heights
The peasants' virtues will be extolled
Long into the night

So if one day it's time to die
And the song still remains the same
We'll revel in Sublime Vulgarity
With no regrets, with no shame

Bill West - Guitars
James West - Vocals / Guitar / Bass / Drums