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Orchestrated Violence

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by Jonny Voices

Orchestra plays with I engaged as conductor
A fist wound with anger and vengeance and rupture
Round this sweet stick held aloft to the sky
To dance with the devil’s callow orchestra I.

My wand comes a crashing with symbols and screams
At the war of my waving and tearing of dreams
Crescendo are willing weary but strong
Waging this war of the waltz so long.

Deny thy sweet note and forsake thy shrill aim
Percussion brings rhythm noise and aggression the same
To force out sweet horns from homes and abode
Gentle strings unwilling are swept through the road.

Swathing through bodies acoustically dreamt
With my wand of loose morals twisted and bent
Cleansing a march directing I see
With bitter-sweet vocals raging at me.

Scream scream fat lady with all you can spare
I rule with wand clenched fist passion and flare
Through director approach you must all abide
Through enforcement and power you all must now hide.

Lyrics I dream at place my grand scheme
Children new notes so early I preen
Gather them with furious hatred to strike
Rumble young notes frustration and fury alike.

Bringing precise control over my band
Each has learnt the supreme example I am
And each must now know where never to tread
For each has seen what horrors my wand may embed.

So fight for me sounds to dampen all other
Rise up a machine stand against him your brother
So fight for those that take splendour amongst you
orchestra spare no thought for what may become you.

Bleed for I conductor director and king
Bleed for decrees promises freedom and sin
Rise up machine and sacrifice kin for all night
Lay down dear orchestra, break ranks the third reich.

Horns adorn the streets oh once more
And strings fear never the knock of your door
Percussion more melody let go the word die
If only not arbeit but musick macht frei.

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