Music for 2020
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Re: Music for 2020
Roy Harper, The Monster.
Now there's no one left to vote for
And there's very rarely been
Any voices of the people
Who are not of the machine
Of the giant public monster
eating survivors at the scene
Swearing blind it never saw one
Hiding the bones that everyone sees
And everybody knows
That the monster goes insane
The revolution's always over
The apocalypse is now
All hands are on the keyboard
Hardly any on the plough
The new government's the old one
Same old handbag at the helm
Lapsing back into religion
Letting the voices overwhelm
While everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
It got so crazy on the frontline
Manning barricades to wait
On the motherboards of freedom
For the hordes of solid state
But that was Long before the menu
Would have a problem with the date
As the mice became the men
Far too late, far too late
Now that everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
As the Monster leaks
From the tip of my tongue
Before he speaks
Right after he's rung (wrong?)
My church is now down in the dungeon
Through the fourteenth corridor
Virtual walls and somersaulting (can't quite tell what is said in this line)
Through the electronic horror (hall?)
We're at the level of playstation
Where the rich become the poor
Down on bended knees they're praying
For much more, for so much more ...
Cos everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
Now that there's no one left to vote for
Only fools to vote against
All the refugees surrender
The perimeter's been fenced
Six billion dreamers are all banged up
By the sacrement of dough
Parasites of the great religion
Of the W.T.O
Where everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
When a Monster speaks
From the tip of the tongue
Before he speaks
Right after he's rung (wrong?)
So I must now give up the memory
Of all ideas of freedoms gone
Be as silent as I'm angry
About my trip through babylon
View the building of the fireball
With the psyche of the snake
Make my killing every lunchtime
And sleep it off till I'm awake
Untill everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
Till everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
Now there's no one left to vote for
And there's very rarely been
Any voices of the people
Who are not of the machine
Of the giant public monster
eating survivors at the scene
Swearing blind it never saw one
Hiding the bones that everyone sees
And everybody knows
That the monster goes insane
The revolution's always over
The apocalypse is now
All hands are on the keyboard
Hardly any on the plough
The new government's the old one
Same old handbag at the helm
Lapsing back into religion
Letting the voices overwhelm
While everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
It got so crazy on the frontline
Manning barricades to wait
On the motherboards of freedom
For the hordes of solid state
But that was Long before the menu
Would have a problem with the date
As the mice became the men
Far too late, far too late
Now that everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
As the Monster leaks
From the tip of my tongue
Before he speaks
Right after he's rung (wrong?)
My church is now down in the dungeon
Through the fourteenth corridor
Virtual walls and somersaulting (can't quite tell what is said in this line)
Through the electronic horror (hall?)
We're at the level of playstation
Where the rich become the poor
Down on bended knees they're praying
For much more, for so much more ...
Cos everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
Now that there's no one left to vote for
Only fools to vote against
All the refugees surrender
The perimeter's been fenced
Six billion dreamers are all banged up
By the sacrement of dough
Parasites of the great religion
Of the W.T.O
Where everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
When a Monster speaks
From the tip of the tongue
Before he speaks
Right after he's rung (wrong?)
So I must now give up the memory
Of all ideas of freedoms gone
Be as silent as I'm angry
About my trip through babylon
View the building of the fireball
With the psyche of the snake
Make my killing every lunchtime
And sleep it off till I'm awake
Untill everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
Till everybody knows
That everybody goes insane
Last edited by Harvey on Wed Apr 15, 2020 6:22 pm, edited 2 times in total.
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"
Eden Ahbez
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"
Eden Ahbez
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Re: Music for 2020
Once your friends get threatened in a Parisian false flag, the tone of your art changes.
twinkly fingers to Jason and Michelle who are beyond hope.
twinkly fingers to Jason and Michelle who are beyond hope.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
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I was gonna let it all slide
until this fucking prick shows up on the anniversary of my dynasty's assassination, which I consider to be in very poor form.
Counting Coup works both ways.
Counting Coup works both ways.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
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from the Jewish side of the fam
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
- annie aronburg
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- Joined: Fri Oct 19, 2007 8:57 pm
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The Flying Trapeze Never Hangs with Clowns
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.