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Sign of the times
It fire off a trinity, skidding across the bar still brrrrrrring Again, back to that no smoking sign We’re at blazing time, demon time No abidance, no guidance except divine Never go when it’s my time, no bedtime Retiring at half two, rising at half five No wonder I’m tired all the time If I…
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No room at the inn of my bunker
All the things I’ve seen, how I’m not mad a Marian miracle Thank Granddad for my grandiloquence, flick off the spent ash Move my head like I was avoiding the cast of a slick peltast I might be dyslexic but those ominous letters spell disaster Get out of here now and not after, provisions loaded…
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Visions of dead people
Flight instinct kicking in Stick around, source within Skin thin Bones seen beneath Inching obscenely In the fingers, at the cheek Even during sleep Creaking, squeaky greasing easy The wheel of a bike careening Spinning long after a car hit its driver head on Haunted by dead cyclists, suffering infringements At vision’s fringes, their boldness…
Alchemisland 