Evidence of Living Songtext
von David Keenan

Evidence of Living
A little boy sits on a doorstep
Lifting his hands for to dampen the sound
Of a bitch who is informing the neighbors of
Intimate acts with some waif she had found where
The chimneys of steam emanate from the
Gutter in a dive bar where the hungry all stew
It is here that the brilliant blasphemers
Are sitting and cursing us under the moon


Ah with every name under the sun as
The young ones were banging their drums
Is there any evidence of living left in this town
Would I find any evidence of living amongst you saddening crowd
Is there any evidence of living within them
Within us would I find any evidence of living left in
This town
A dishwasher had spoke of the New
Testament so I picked up a German edition
Though I could read nor decipher one single
Cold word I was joined by this strange apparition
He′s a face like an old painters radio
Disgrace was his family name. We payed cards I was
Happy just to be there, happily losing
Happily lucid, waiting for morning, waiting to be saved
Is there any evidence of living left in this town
Would I find any evidence of living amongst you saddening crowd
Is there any evidence of living within them
Within us would I find any evidence of living left in
This town
We gathered our traveling circus one
And for all we must hoist up the mast
We must move now to set an example for
Every kid whose dreams died in fifth class
In the name of that choice in a cracked
Anemic voice a tall girl she did silence the crowd
She'd awakened the spirit we all washed
Ourselves in it, it shook me I tripped and I moaned
Being wounded she then brought me home
By her bedside while combing her hair
She undressed and then whispered in prayer
Is there any evidence of living left in this town
Would I find any evidence of living amongst you saddening crowd
Is there any evidence of living within them
Within us would I find any evidence of living left in
This town
Shall we make it to the meadow
Is heaven just another ghetto
The ankle ripped by the stiletto
We are the living in this town