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Prophecy 1
03:26
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(First story ends the second one begins, something like this)
It was a wet Wednesday or maybe a Tuesday - can't quite remember - anyway I was passing through.
There was a knot of scraggly looking unlikely lads who stank of gin and piss and in their midst was a holy man, raised up on a platform, a prophet and a fighter - half Christ half Ali - he had a fierce left hook.
He said 'friends we are standing in a stone circle a holy place the centre of the universe. This is a streamlined system of consumer manouever.'
Then he fell silent and sad, cowed perhaps, bowed by the enormity of the vision presented to him his black eyes gazed towards the floor and he seemed to tremble with fear.
He said 'do you want more?'
(and the walls whispered: 'Colonise, brutalise')
[Harold Wilson - WHITE HEAT]
And he raised his head to sing something the sticks in my mind.
I WILL MELT YOU DOWN
(Begin again, begin again, start anew, all my golden children all your golden idols)
- begin again right from the start back to stone circles back to purity that's what we want we must be pure again. And as they were reduced down they shouted out 'Colonise! Brutalise! We will be born again!' As he stared out almost in disbelief, like Midas, surrounded by countless golden children. He made them with just a touch of his hand, created them only with a touch of his hand. In the end how do you repair a ring road once they've built it and it's there?
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Fever Dream
04:21
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One kiss goodnight the song has died the earth spoke silently as you clutch it and it melts.
And blood rains from the silver sky and all the twisted angels cry for the child lost in the woods.
As the briars entwine send the terrors shooting into your mind.
Acid burned a hole you're placid on tramadol and tea wandering through your fever dream.
Said through the mists you clearly see reaching through history the hands of time and the spirits of the dead.
Who'll bring the past and the future to clash and we will all we will all we will all come crashing down.
I said I would give myself to renew but your heart was not true why would I waste my time on you?
There's no new dawn upon this hill no war but they're dying still and I'm alone under a ragged banner.
And I am the walking haunted taunted by these fever dreams.
Tramadol.
Tramadol and tea.
Wandering through your fever dream.
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