Discipline 
    (Difford/Tilbrook)  

    WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.  

      Discipline, hanging on by a drawing pin 
      Can't seem to plan anything these days without a script 
      Discipline finds me in the state I'm in 
      I can't lose, I can't win these days 
      When time will drip into a great big bowl 
      That then gets mixed like the ingredients of a cake 
      I find myself so transfixed on the time 
      It's going to take to bake 

      Discipline, I wish I could shed my skin 
      Find another to get in these days without a shape 
      Discipline could be to me my everything 
      Be the bell that I will ring these days 
      Where life slips like a plate 
      Fate is just the fence I'm leaning on 
      Nothing to do all day 
      What will I do when the fence is gone 
      Will I get blown away someday? 

      Discipline could give me the very thing 
      That the bee gives with its sting 
      These days when success is shy 
      Discipline put my heart into a sling 
      Bury my head beneath your wing these days 
      That seem to fly temper the tounge that wags just like a tail 
      That in turn will wag the dog 
      How far can I go from beyond the pale before I fall from the log? 

      Discipline, wound up like a bedstead spring 
      Taking each day as it begins 
      These days I can't complain 
      Discipline, could be to me my everything  
      Be the bell that I will ring these days 

      Where life spins just like a plate 
      Fate is just the fence I'm leaning on  
      Having nothing to do all day  
      What will I do when the fence is gone 
      Will I get blown away someday? 

      Discipline.... 
       

    Contributed by Lily Giordano

  • From "Some Fantastic Place" CD single #1.