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Scripturally Transmitted Disease
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Rock
Scripturally Transmitted Disease è stato pubblicato il 28 settembre 2018 da Lupus Lounge / Prophecy Productions come parte dell'album Grave Mounds and Grave Mistakes
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Data di uscita28 settembre 2018
EtichettaLupus Lounge / Prophecy Productions
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM133

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A Forest of Stars
A Forest of Stars
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Eyre
Daniel Eyre
Songwriter
Gareth Hodgeson
Gareth Hodgeson
Songwriter
Jon Cumiskey
Jon Cumiskey
Songwriter
Katheryne Stone
Katheryne Stone
Songwriter
Michael Midgley
Michael Midgley
Songwriter
Oliver Jessop
Oliver Jessop
Songwriter
Richard Blakelock
Richard Blakelock
Songwriter

Testi

I've never been a pillar of society;
Quiet the opposite in fact
A plyer of insults;
A place marker on the path of least resistance;
Nothing more
A face in a crowd, but a crowd behind Bedlam's bars
Providing a barbed laugh for the wealthy;
A grinning, dry target for their rigidity
Happily stuck in the throats of an angry mob stretched beyond repair by production line proclivity
I am as steadfast refusal
I've shown no interest and I've reaped little that I've sewn
A world of cloned mechanists has left me unwaveringly organic;
Perhaps food for thought or just food for the worms
I stand as a final insult to the easily offended;
All words out of turn to kindle their burning world
If for one moment I thought I felt a twinge of guilt
I would put it down to angry muscles shifting their weight against all the irrelevance
I will stand as grave marker in resolute denial of the state of your two thousand years of treading water;
So dig a good deep hole for Abraham and all his insipid godlets
Whatever name it goes by, it's all the same crumpled at the grave-side
Abrahamic iterations all divide by zero
Cartoon Lucifer presiding
I lost my shadow amongst the marionettes;
Soul chord measured found wanting
Probably too long, frayed and / or split to dance with the more standard corpses in this world of shit
I sold my spirit;
Might even have quaffed it blind without realising
Any port in a storm, they say
Oh, so they say
Heart removed as part of some half-arsed morning ritual, piss-begotten solitude sold out at the drop of a gaping fish-mouthed hat
Filed away amongst the other stolen myths;
The lore of these folks is nought but a long string of syphilitic spit
Scripturally transmitted disease, if you will
In fact, no - I insist
So make a monolith of me, but plant me facing sunset;
Back turned to the broken day
Leave me here watching the darkness
I have no time of day
I have no time for day
Don't come looking for me
I'm long lost, seeking out Odin
Odin under ice
I've danced away, died away;
Don't come looking for me
Long lost, seeking out Odin
Odin under ice
Written by: Daniel Eyre, Gareth Hodgeson, Jon Cumiskey, Katheryne Stone, Michael Midgley, Oliver Jessop, Richard Blakelock
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