Lyrics: Indian Rain Album: Fanfare For The Comic Muse Artist: Divine Comedy, The   I feel as if i have been buried alive For the best part of five hundred years My body encased in a mountain of waste Until…

Lyrics: Life On Earth Album: Fin De Siecle Artist: Divine Comedy, The   Build your coffin of balsa wood Spend all that you earn When you go you are gone for good Never to return Always to thine own self…

Lyrics: Last Stand In Metroland Album: Unknown Artist: Divine Comedy, The   You dress in camouflage I hunt, you sabotage You squat in my garage, i don’t mind I live in osterley You live in… a tree We live in…

Lyrics: Bernice Bobs Her Hair Album: Liberation Artist: Divine Comedy, The   Bernice bobs her hair in the barber’s in the square All her new-found friends are there to see it done Bernice bobs her hair She’s been driven to…

Lyrics: Commuter Love Album: Fin De Siecle Artist: Divine Comedy, The   Freezing monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She…

Lyrics: The Dead Only Quickly (the Magnetic Fields) Album: Unknown Artist: Divine Comedy, The   Priests and fools say We are but animate clay Rude vessels Housing immortal souls But the dead only quickly decay They don’t go about being…

Lyrics: Festive Road Album: Liberation Artist: Divine Comedy, The   An ordinary day down on festive road The children will play and never will know That when mr benn of no. 52 Walks in through that door Peculiar events will…

Lyrics: Birds Of Paradise Farm Album: Unknown Artist: Divine Comedy, The   My parents knew these people who For all their faults were very nice; They owned a farm whose "olde worlde" charm Earned it the name of "paradise". We…

Lyrics: Life’s What You Make It (talk Talk) Album: Unknown Artist: Divine Comedy, The   Baby, life’s what you make it¡ºcan’t escape it Baby, yesterday’s favourite; don’t you hate it? Everything’s all right… life’s what you make it Baby, life’s…

Lyrics: Maryland Electric Rainstorm Album: Unknown Artist: Divine Comedy, The   Amery was bored, as he Was usually in the countryside: He’d walk alone, reciting poe, Returning home through the failing light. One day, he’d gone some miles along A…