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Shattered pigment on a nameless wall
[Left foot, right foot]
And the beat goes on,
As we march to the sound of a broken drum
The hanging man swayed in the wind,
The mask clung tightly to his pallid skin,
But, "A punctured tank is all it takes
To break a man, to cake a lung-
So keep yourself strapped tight,
tonight".
We walked in the falling ashes
And the dust settles, thick as thieves.
Whilst angels slept in blackened snow,
Unearthing bones 'midst sticks and stones,
We dug our treasures from human sheaths.
Overhead, the Sirens moaned,
We packed and fled towards our homes,
but "clumsy feet make people trip,
The smallest tears will make you sick"
And through the gas I felt your grip.
I fell into the ash,
You and I, thick as thieves.
Whilst angels slept in blackened snow
I saw their faces, close below,
silently colliding as they speak.
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Welcome to Medi. Co
02:42
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We've got a pill to thrill you
And a pill to make you sane.
This one'll turn you inside out,
One will melt your brain.
There's a truth inside each one
And the key to new disease.
You can open up or try and run
But try this first, please.
There's a knife with your name on it-
we can provide this for you-
And with a pocket full of gold, my dear,
There's nothing we can't do
There's a truth inside
Each one of you,
So open up your sides because
There's nothing you can do.
Now your neighbour, dear Mrs. Alice-
She's a picture of health,
What's that you say? Her husband who died last week?
Well let's just say: "His future held no wealth".
You can say whatever you like,
but you know the truth:
We provide your medicine
And we provide the future...
There's a pink pill and a blue pill,
But both will turn you red.
Here's the bill for your organ.
Pay up or we'll take the rest.
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After the Bomb
03:52
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The butterfly is a pretty picture-
Dress her up or dress her down.
You can touch her with your eyes at night,
Her stockings falling down
She has no name, but she's a pretty creature-
Pin her up or pin her down.
You can touch her up tonight.
Her head hits the ground
She was the queen of fantasy
-Silver tongue but hopelessly,
From the bottom of her whisky glass,
she drowns herself in misery-
But she's lost in this part of town.
After the bomb, it all came tumbling down
In the back of a speakeasy,
You watched her down her drink
And in the back, late that night,
"She's too fucked to put up a fight".
One brave man with hopeful smile,
Pulled out his junk to have a good while,
But butterfly was pissed all right
And took his knife and his eyes.
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Rocket Girl
04:48
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I am the girl that
They ignored
As they packed their obsessions
And fled from the shore.
With an armful of books
They left me to weep
Beneath the willow tree,
I drifted to sleep.
One day I'll be somebody else:
A rocket girl.
Rocket, rocket girl.
As my eyes opened wide,
They drank from sky
The cyan-eyed hue,
Leaving behind the blues
Of the past.
I'm lost and I'm
Free at last.
One day I'll be somebody else:
A rocket girl.
Rocket, rocket girl.
In a cafe, I caught
Glimpses of her-
A picture of poetry
Crafted by Orpheus.
"Hey you look great,
Where'd you get that dress?"
We spoke about and Verne
And The kiss I suppressed
Burned my lips in refrain.
Somehow, we're in your room.
My knees start to give.
When we went down on the bed
I felt myself shiver and sigh.
Some day, lets fly together away
Rocket Girl
You were my rocket girl.
Rocket, rocket girl:
You rocked my world,
Rocket girl.
September came
And the sky starts to fade.
You promised me
That you'd take me away.
We checked our flight gear
And with eyeful of tears
You drifted away deep in to space
Alone In your rocket,
Rocket, rocket girl.
Rocket girl.
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Dr. Carmilla Glasgow, UK
Dr. Carmilla tells the twisted tales of a dystopian future following WWII having ended very differently.
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