Letras: David Wilcox. Sex and Music.
There's no sense in talking about music, no
Talking of sex can be done
I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all
The directness of sex is more fun
And the road that will lead you to both of them
Is known for the races and wrecks
But there's less of a mystery in music
If we just get some directions from sex
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
Well, at first you say you'll just do it for love
But then you do it with friends, right
As soon as you do it for money
Right there's where the innocence ends
How will you navigate between better and worse
With just these numbers of people to count?
The pop charts are just cutting notches
For the number of units you mount
When spirit gets lost in accounting
The counting takes its toll
You find yourself craving more numbers
It's the sex-drug of rock and roll
And it leads you to strange addictions
Like image, marketing spin
Just trying to get them to like you, that's what you think
How could that be such a sin?
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
Well, what do you want them to like you for? See
That's the question to ask, that's the question
Would it help you if everyone knew your face
If that face were only a mask?
And why do you want them to like you?
What change are you trying to bring?
Or do you lust after just their attention
Do you want them to come when you sing?
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
What you tryin' to do?
What you tryin' to do? Capture their beauty
So that you could feel loved for an hour?
Is it the power of being attractive, no
It is just the attraction of power?
See, sex and music are much the same
We feel with hearts and skin
And what you are going to get out of them both
Is just what you put in
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
They want to pave it
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
Sacred ground
Talking of sex can be done
I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all
The directness of sex is more fun
And the road that will lead you to both of them
Is known for the races and wrecks
But there's less of a mystery in music
If we just get some directions from sex
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
Well, at first you say you'll just do it for love
But then you do it with friends, right
As soon as you do it for money
Right there's where the innocence ends
How will you navigate between better and worse
With just these numbers of people to count?
The pop charts are just cutting notches
For the number of units you mount
When spirit gets lost in accounting
The counting takes its toll
You find yourself craving more numbers
It's the sex-drug of rock and roll
And it leads you to strange addictions
Like image, marketing spin
Just trying to get them to like you, that's what you think
How could that be such a sin?
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
Well, what do you want them to like you for? See
That's the question to ask, that's the question
Would it help you if everyone knew your face
If that face were only a mask?
And why do you want them to like you?
What change are you trying to bring?
Or do you lust after just their attention
Do you want them to come when you sing?
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
What you tryin' to do?
What you tryin' to do? Capture their beauty
So that you could feel loved for an hour?
Is it the power of being attractive, no
It is just the attraction of power?
See, sex and music are much the same
We feel with hearts and skin
And what you are going to get out of them both
Is just what you put in
Sacred ground
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
They want to pave it
The big machine is moving
Sacred ground
We're standing in the way
Sacred ground
They want to pave it over
Sacred ground
Make it all the same
Sacred ground
Wilcox, David