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THE SMILE THAT YOU PREFER
It was the kind of story you keep out of reach
That you start at the airport and finish on the beach
But well-thumbed pleasure and op-shop fun
Will have a way of coming back and shaming in the sun
Uniforms and old regards, fluted glasses and champagne shards
Noises off and arc light sparks, one missed cue
And an exit in the dark.
Choose death, choose life, choose noose, choose knife
Use anything you want as long as we don't recur
With reason shirking all its work, meet me with your wishes
And the smile that you prefer.
Rusty shadows called us here
We walked among the spirits where angels fear
We tapped upon the graves where the real victims slept
And we broke into the bower where their pride is kept.
The conch was cracked and the words were old
Marked down from where they first were sold
Some thoughts to make a barricade
That can withstand a new tirade
Choose death, choose life, choose noose, choose knife
Use anything you want as long as we don't recur
With reason shirking all its work, meet me with your wishes
And the smile that you prefer.
Sell the dresses. Sell the props and lines.
Sell the markers and the exit signs.
Keep the dusters and the office mints.
Keep the vases for the fingerpints.
All gone since. All gone since.
Evidence is thin today. I starved to wear Exhibit A
I'm raging mad. I'm off my face.
With fond regret I rest my case
Choose death, choose life, choose noose, choose knife
Use anything you want as long as we don't recur
With reason shirking all its work, meet me with your wishes
And the smile that you prefer.
Smiiiiiiile
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Ogre 2015 Remix
04:07
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OGRE
We were there on the edge of the screen
Where the grass is big and green
Rattling a hack that stank unclean
We knew the ogre's sins
Saw its work in the garbage bins
And groaned through nights soaked in its grin
It was big and the sky was grey
Sharp rocks with a lot to say
At the start of the coming of its day
Cut thumbs and the blood we kissed
Not much we did resist
Armed against its night time curse
We were there with a sharpened hoe
A will of tin and a blood red glow
On a field where the ogre didn't show
No fear of a lightning bolt
Vengeance and chocolate malt
We killed the slugs with sand and salt
By the Ross, by Temple Bar
By the banks of the Vistula
A stench was stretching from afar
There was a ball with a crack in the seam
And a field where we could scream
Manufactured from a dream
Asphalt and broken glass
Scrap metal from a broken class
And a burnt out car shell in the grass
We were there with a sharpened hoe
A will of tin and a blood red glow
On a field where the ogre didn't show
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