Carrion Fly
FinsburyParkCarrots
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I wrote and recorded this, today:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSL6AleLUvw
And here are my lyrics:
Boarded houses in a row
Line streets of burning tyres, billowing "no-go"
while council limos speed away to make the show
on the other side of town.
Highway placards meet your face:
"Soon, with your ducets we'll regenerate this place".
The billboard print begins to fade without a trace.
but no-one ever takes them down.
But there are those who laugh and sigh:
They say, "Things are better, give it time and you'll see why:
behold the man who keeps a vision in his eye,
watching patterns in the sky".
But politicians close our bars
and in their shadows are the coke-boys waging wars.
These pious public servants might as well just govern Mars,
for all the good they've done.
Now, this place is just a shell:
The ghosts that walk the pavements help to break the silence well.
They're pointing at the suited fool who keeps on crying "Sell":
How he's broken everyone.
And there are those who laugh and sigh,
Who say, "Things are better, give it time and you'll see why:
behold the man who keeps a vision in his eye,
watching patterns in the sky"
Carrion fly,
Feast your passion on a dead man's eyes
Wind yourself around the eyes that see no skies.
Dig down, carrion fly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSL6AleLUvw
And here are my lyrics:
Boarded houses in a row
Line streets of burning tyres, billowing "no-go"
while council limos speed away to make the show
on the other side of town.
Highway placards meet your face:
"Soon, with your ducets we'll regenerate this place".
The billboard print begins to fade without a trace.
but no-one ever takes them down.
But there are those who laugh and sigh:
They say, "Things are better, give it time and you'll see why:
behold the man who keeps a vision in his eye,
watching patterns in the sky".
But politicians close our bars
and in their shadows are the coke-boys waging wars.
These pious public servants might as well just govern Mars,
for all the good they've done.
Now, this place is just a shell:
The ghosts that walk the pavements help to break the silence well.
They're pointing at the suited fool who keeps on crying "Sell":
How he's broken everyone.
And there are those who laugh and sigh,
Who say, "Things are better, give it time and you'll see why:
behold the man who keeps a vision in his eye,
watching patterns in the sky"
Carrion fly,
Feast your passion on a dead man's eyes
Wind yourself around the eyes that see no skies.
Dig down, carrion fly.
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Cheers!
I only ever listen to Syd-era Floyd, really!