There were no sirens, I heard no alarms, This situation has somehow got completely out of hand. It’s no illusion; it’s not a dream, My eyes are open and all is as appears, It’s a perfect nightmare; it’s a perfect nightmare, In an imperfect world I missed the wake up, slept through the dawn, The world’s a stage but I’ve declared these curtains drawn Behind the fourth wall, behind the scenes A discarded fading flower on the soporific, sensual perfume river The perfect nightmare; escape the perfect nightmare, dream the perfect world, I close my mind in soft surrender, in quiet resignation take the lies, I lock the door, I lock the door I junk the mail, I never open letters, programme numbers that I know I’ll never call Collect addresses of friends who’ll soon be strangers, Message pending, I know just what it says, should I accept another lie? I swallow all the lies I live the lie. There are places that I know that I will never see, some I wish I’d never seen before The horror stalks my vision and the cries ring in my ears, I am helpless, I am not brave, I am alone. I wander the dark alleys of the citadel, deserted shops and empty houses mark my way, Bullet holes in stuccoed walls are testimony to the voices disappeared within the fear Take me away to the Perfume River; carry me down to the perfume river Set me adrift on a well-stocked open boat Show me the way down to the Perfume River, send me away down the perfume river Pour that sweet, sweet liquor down my throat Fire breathing dragons swarm in sweltering skies, spewing flame on innocents below Charred and brittle corpses, blackened evidence, I am enraged, I am afraid, I am forlorn The ashes from wise pages fly from libraries, tumble in the clouds of smoke and flies To lie as dust in corners of dark palaces, the fetid smell of revolution haunts the air. Take me away to the Perfume River; carry me down to the perfume river Set me adrift on a well-stocked open boat Show me the way to the Perfume River, send me away down the perfume river Pour that sweet, sweet liquor down my throat; pour it down my throat Carry me down to the Perfume River; hold me down in the Perfume River Where I’ll drown my sorrows, and I’ll die in hope Push me away down the Perfume River to the swirls and eddies of the Perfume River In these dark and muddied waters just let me float The truth I don’t want to know youtu.be/oYmxWmQ5iGo
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 20:07:26 +0000
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