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A SONG FROM THE BOMB SHELTER
I stand at the door
And look at the bomb-ridden, barren landscape
Where some plants still seem to grow
And I think I saw a small rodent move
I feel the sand flowing through my fingers
For first time since I can remember
It's soft, warm and feels good on my hands
I guess it's somewhat safe to go out again
Clean cuts and raw lines
Hard floor and concrete walls
This was the landscape of my youth
TV dinners and mass hysteria
Hard values and fear of God
These were the signs of time of my youth
Fear the strange and lock the doors
Avoid the neighbor, suspect all
This was the song of my youth
The song of my youth kept playing
Over and over again
Until the message was loud and clear
Don't come closer, don't come near
Private cars and bulletproof glass
Shrapnel vests and headphones
These were the pacifiers of my youth
Drones and missiles, codes and colors
Troops and shelters, money and power
This was the swan song of the society
The song of my youth kept playing
Over and over again
Until the message was loud and clear
Don't come closer, don't come near
Warm breeze on my face
And the first sunset in years brings a tear to my eye
I feel that even the years in isolation can't stop me now
I gather my belongings and head outside
It's time to start living or die trying
To start living or die trying
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2. |
Smoke Some More
04:15
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SMOKE SOME MORE
There'll be signs in the horizon that'll bore into your skull
There'll be apples ripe for plucking that'll surely keep you going on
There'll be leaves on trees likes of which you've never seen
There'll be an abundance of all the things they've kept from you
And there'll be smoke from back home
Oh there'll be smoke some more
There'll be beady little eyes following your every step
You'll be the apple ripe for plucking and surely they will have their way
There'll be rattling in the bushes, you'll be battling for your life
There'll be glowing in the distance, you'll be knowing it's the malignant kind
And there'll be smoke from back home
Oh there'll be smoke some more
So don't you be going there sister
Don't go down that way
Don't you be going there sister
No, don't go there
There'll be smoke from back home
There'll be smoke some more
There'll be smoke from back home
There'll be smoke some more
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3. |
Dead Postman Blues
04:16
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DEAD POSTMAN BLUES
He's kinda beautiful
With a once melted, once set face
Mummified and color of bronze
Like a statue
Rigid arms, hands clutching the wheel
Car roof down, the belt carved into him
Persistent vines entwined the wreck, he's always on his route
He's always on his route
A horrid statue of things gone amiss
Horrid statue of things gone amiss
He's kinda beautiful
With a once melted, once set face
Mummified and color of bronze
Like a statue
It's time to go home
But I ain't got no home to go to
And neither has the postman
I gather my loot and carry on the route he never finished
He never finished
A horrid statue of things gone amiss
Horrid statue of things gone amiss
A horrid statue of things gone amiss
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Hunger
04:43
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HUNGER
I stop at the river and cover my tracks
But this is no place to stop
I can't go further, this ain't the weather to travel
I keep my shotgun loaded and ready
I've got two shells and a knife
And I set up my shelter 'cause it's getting cold
It's getting cold now
Canned peach and cold instant coffee
I can't make a fire
Last peach and last sip of coffee
Can't let them know that I'm here
In the night I hear them calling
Roaming the woods
In the night I hear them calling
Getting close, getting closer
I keep my shotgun loaded and ready
I've got two shells and a knife
I'm ready, yeah I'm ready
So let them come
In the night I hear them calling
Still roaming the woods
In the night I hear them calling
Getting close and closer
Got two shells and cold shotgun barrel
I won't let them get me
One for them and one for myself
Won't let them catch me alive
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5. |
Smokers' Outpost
04:17
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SMOKERS' OUTPOST
The whole cruel world can wait
While I light my cigarette
Inhale the heavenly smoke
And blow out a cloud
Hungry as I ever was
I banish my hunger with another cigarette
I draw another breath
And blow out
Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
See, these sticks, they are
My vice of choice
You can have my pride
But you'll never have my smokes
Sure, the cancer might get me
If the famine won't get me first
There are wolves in the bushes and cannibals among us
I'm still gonna blow out
Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Smoke rings like halos on saints
It's the gathering of the beautiful kind
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
Outcasts belong here at the smokers' outpost
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6. |
King of May
05:09
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KING OF MAY
I hear them coughing
Under the floorboards wherein
They have made their home
Vulture eye staring
Evermore judgement glaring
Hidden from its sight
King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners be
King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners still
Unwelcome guesting
Curious hands ransacking
Around and about
Between the scantlings
Pray for no rambling therein
Silence must remain
King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners be
King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners still
There's a coffin
Under the floorboards wherein
Made their final bed
King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners be
King of May my role
As the head of the household
Suave my manners still
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7. |
Junkyard Baby
04:44
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JUNKYARD BABY
This land, raped and burnt
Gives birth only to scraps of steel
The seeds sown were napalm and bombs
And in the midst of all this horror
I find you, Eleonore of the junkyard
We fell in love when the world had ended
We stayed in love through the thick and thin
We stayed in love when all the light was gone
And when all is gone again, we'll still be in love
Because
You are my junkyard baby
Frame of steel, hair like barbed wire
You are my junkyard baby
Left to fade, built to last
We two, thick as thieves, we soldier on
Acid rains and tests of faith, we carry on
Wherever you go, I can call it home
Wherever you lay to rest, I'll take care of our nest
Because
You are my junkyard baby
Frame of steel, hair like barbed wire
You are my junkyard baby
Left to fade, built to last
This land, starting to bloom
Gives new life to those who wait
The seeds sown are starting to grow
And in the midst of all this beauty
I love you, Eleonore of the junkyard
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Harboring Sun
05:29
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HARBORING SUN
Tiresome trek over mountains and rivers
Preserving remembrance lest it be forgotten
We carry our dead
We carry our dead
Lay down to rest one last time
Final remnant of civil conduct
We solemnly honor the better days gone by
What else is a man to do to jettison as deadweight
Would call for more desperate times
Would call for more desperate times
We ain't there yet
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Halters the burning, dilutes the throes of this blight
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Rekindles the hope, leads us to someone
We ain't there yet
Rendering unto the circumstances
Regardless how dire they seem
Has never been in our nature
Adapting is not a virtue
So lay down to rest one last time
What else is a man to do to jettison as deadweight
Would call for more desperate times
Would call for more desperate times
We ain't there yet
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Halters the burning, dilutes the throes of this blight
We ain't there yet
The coming hour brings the harboring sun
Rekindles the hope, leads us to someone
We ain't there yet
The sick, the enfeebled, the dead and the dying
We push them forward we drag them behind
It's how to distinquish us
From the rest we call the others
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9. |
New Year's Eve
06:39
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NEW YEAR'S EVE
It's the coldest night I can remember, late December
In the gloom trading kisses, trading wishes
Impending doom still looms above our heads
Distant echoes like gunfire
Pounding on the muck and the mire
Open my heart for a little something more
Dismiss the fears of the soul rubbed so sore
Of the soul rubbed so sore
It's New Year's Eve
And the lights are raining down everywhere
It's New Year's Eve
The lights are raining down everywhere
Race of ambitions has brought us here
We're done, my dear
Quest for growth that never ends
A wound that never mends
Consumes us both, what we loathe in a grander scale
Resistance is futile it seems to me
We have given up on dreams to see
Run for cover like you have never run before
The greed-driven thunder starts to roar
Starts to roar
It's New Year's Eve
And the lights are raining down everywhere
It's New Year's Eve
The lights are raining down everywhere
This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow
This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow
This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow
This may be the end my friend
On all we know bombs fall like snow
This may be the end my friend
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10. |
Through the Rubble
04:14
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THROUGH THE RUBBLE
Rummage through the rubble
Cautious not to burst the bubble
They're hiding the treasure, of that I am sure
Wide-eyed little people playing tricks
Riding on horses made of sticks
Such a pleasure, hate to be the bore
Call to go inside now at once
It's safer there, it's safer there
Call to go inside now at once
It's safer there, it's safer there
From the unsorted debris I claim my own
Brand new mane for the dearest horses
Shining artifacts of steel worth a pence or two
An apt sacrifice for the higher forces
To see past the guile
In a world so hopelessly vile
Is quite an endeavour, keep on locking the door
Laughter of simpletons
Luckily still lingers on
Forever and ever, they don't ask for more
From the unsorted debris I claim my own
Another nail through the neighbours head
Rusty shards of metal plates worth a pence or two
Fortification for the windows of my shed
Keen, wide-eyed little ones
Shooting at each other with make-shift guns
There'll be trouble, of that I am sure
Just like men of age
Full of just rage
Have to burst the bubble, hate to be the bore
Call to go inside now at once
It's safer there, but not for long
Call to come rush outside at once
We need you here, we need you here
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