Poetry Of The Deed (Acoustic)

Poetry Of The Deed (Acoustic) - Frank Turner

They're coming out of the walls they're coming up through the streets

They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat

And right outside of your door the very stones come alive

They are the spring in the step the distant look in the eyes

Put your Baudelaire away

And come outside and play

Me and all my friends are poets of the deed

We're exactly what this country needs

We scratch until we're drunk we drink until we bleed

We are what we believe

Pentameter in attack iambic pulse in the veins

Free verse powered of the street light mains

An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt

Between the end of the club yeah and the sun coming out

Leave Kerouac at his desk

We have romance in our risks

Me and all my friends are poets of the deed

We're exactly what this country needs

We scratch until we're drunk we drink until we bleed

And here's what we believe

Before we get bored let's be inspired

Let's ignore the applause and set the theater on fire

Fight every war like the drunks in the choir

Put our art where our mouths are poetry of the deed

Enough with words and technical theses

Let's grab life by the throat and live it to pieces

We can choose we can change and if we don't

We're just afraid of living life like we're loved

And in love and alive to all the things we could be

If we just believed that life

Life is too short to live without poetry

If you've got soul darling now come on and show it to me

Life is too long to just sing the one song

So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone