Frank Turner - Poetry Of The Deed lyrics

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<br>They´re coming out of the walls they´re coming up through the streets <br>they´re quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat. <br>Right outside of your door the very stones come alive. <br>They are the spring in the step the distant look in the eyes. <br> <br>Put your Baudelaire away and come outside and play. <br>Me and all my friends are poets of the deed <br>we´re exactly what this country needs. <br>We scratch until we´re drunk we drink until we bleed. <br>We are what we believe. <br> <br>Pentameter in attack iambic pulse in the veins <br>free verse powered of the street light mains <br>an Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt <br>between the end of the club and the sun coming out. <br>Leave Kerouac at his desk we have romance in our risks. <br> <br>And here´s what we believe: before we get bored let´s be inspired <br>let´s ignore the applause and set the theatre on fire <br>fight every war like the drunks in the choir <br>put our art where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed. <br> <br>So enough with words and technical theses <br>let’s grab life by the throat and live it to pieces. <br>We can choose we can change <br>and if we don´t we´re just afraid of living life like we´re loved and in love and alive <br>to all the things we could be if we just believed that life is too short to be lived without poetry. <br>If you´ve got soul darling now come on and show it me. <br>But life is too long to just sing the one song <br>so we´ll burn like a beacon and then we´ll be gone<br><!-- stopprint -->