11:59

kit, bass, keys, Morleyfied guitar, non-Morleyfied guitar, voice, JX-3P, synth, gogo bells, hands


Setting the fires and cutting the wires
Depriving the liars of comfort
Gaia is bleeding with many retreating
The crazies are leading us down
Power destroys as it outlaws our voices
Delusions of choice still persist
There's no coercing those immortal persons
It only gets worse while we talk

 They will laugh in denial
 Mark it down in your file
 Make you doubt your own mind
 And call this love a cliché
 But they'll never say
 That it's past 11:59

Men of illusion with market solutions
Steal with pollution the whole sky
Tar sandman Stephen, the god he believes in
Must want to get even with us
The ones in the Hummers couldn't look dumber
They have gone numb so move on
Behind the distractions are wholesale extractions
So tear the white flag from our mast

 They keep changing the gears
 Toys are guns, joy is fear
 Make you doubt your own mind
 And call this love a cliché
 But they'll never say
 That it's past 11:59

Forget the wild-eyed bearded man
Cardboard doomsday sign in hand
We've got power shovel caravans devouring our island

 'Cause they do understand
 And they will break our hands
 Send us out of our minds
 And call this love a cliché
 But they'll never say
 That it's past 11:59

 They'll look you in the eye
 Flash the cash while you die
 Make you doubt your own mind
 And call this love a cliché
 But they'll never say
 That it's past 11:59

© 2011 John Newlands


 

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