paroles de chanson The Rope Tightens - Shackleton

Orchid chorus glides blithely through the streets as electric beams criss-cross seams of the slipstream
Real-time bassline reality check up topside as the brotherhood of hawks push the new fascist line
Dread times, and the people sleeping on their feet
Breaking up in fragments, they explode in this heat
Discrete endevours meet with the troglodytes beneath the street
With the faceless, nameless menace of the Mastermind elite

Subterranean, white-eyed mushroom types
Human fungus clings to wires and pipes
As centuries of water and light trickle through cocoon-strata of racing data
And the cellular fleet ignite
On the street, bright display, head down fossil straight lines in decay
Urban regeneration complete
And a nameless force regards each life as imperfection
And monitors the screen
Of red and green
Money sucked up the flag in a corporate reality-dream

And the last egg is crushed for planned extinction
And the reshaping of Earth for the hidden invasion

New conquests, living-room beachheads
Got the frontline broadcasting in thousands of watts
In wires and cables
In ceiling pipes, television, electric lights and kettles
Somebody left a pot on the boil
Somebody raped the soil
Doused and drowned her life in sheets of oil
Somebody profited from all this toil
Pocketed the loot
But when they scoot
Through their final escape-velocity
Violent hypocrisy won't have a parachute

Somebody put the boot in
Somebody got accused of sin
Somebody dropped a lit fag in the bin
Green flame explodes

A man with a sign saying "repent" looks to the winter sky and invites the visitors in

Winter sin got a grin like a billy-goat
Covered in a semen-stained overcoat
But the works of the good god essentialise the note
Dying in the back of his throat

Unspoken Word of the Aeon to come
Black as molasses, as nuclear bomb
As the blood in the septic heart of the brave new world to come
Unconditional love come with death to each and every one

Transcend stasis with the viral basis of time and meaning
To wield your feelings and build reality
Invent the word "free" and divide up the races
Black-plumed bearers of the State will march solemnly
As you are deposited beneath the concrete slab
Weighed down with apathy and faces

"Don't mourn me, organise!", you say, text-message mirrored in reptile eyes
In ultraterrestrial, illuminate eyes
Full of schemes and duplicities
"So nothing is what is seems after all", you surmise
No fucking surprise

We sidle up to the screen of red, gold and green
Subvert and turn the tables on the American dream
Big down the red, white and blue, I got news for you
The flag I wave is black when I come through, know what I mean?
Know what I mean, bruv?
No love
In what they're showing
Talking about the static mein of a roving reporter
Shouting disorder
The media machine's the discorder
Dammed up the dynamite
Locked up tight
It will ignite
I incite
The ne'er-do-well and freeloader
With my autoloader, Shackleton bring the musical flavor
Cutting through the bonds of death like a light sabre
As they're carving up Africa at the whims of shareholders

Unspoken Word of the Aeon to come
Black as molasses, as nuclear bomb
As the blood in the septic heart of the brave new world to come
Unconditional love come with death to each and every one

Transcend stasis with the viral basis of time and meaning
To wield your feelings and build reality
Invent the word "free" and divide up the races
Black-plumed bearers of the State will march solemnly
As you are deposited beneath the concrete slab
Weighed down with apathy and faces

"Don't mourn me, organise!", you say, text-message mirrored in reptile eyes
In ultraterrestrial, illuminate eyes full of schemes and duplicities
"So nothing is what is seems, after all", you surmise
No fucking surprise

Ghost train moving down the track, heading back
To a time before control was perfected
I'll get collected
And composed
So when my people fight back
No one will be able to predict the mantis attack!

Where is the marvel we're waiting for? States at war
Got to subvert, open up a back door
Lockdown coming in this prison that we paid for
Now we find we're on the wrong side of the door

Do what you like, the prole
Can be a rich man
Bring the general strike
And penetrate to where the mind sees through wrong and right, like skiagraphia
Just a shadow-play
So waking up means more than Indy (a) media can say
So viral control of the way
We perceive the everyday
New revelation of the soul when you hear me say
Got no time in my life for brainwash today

I clean out my perceptions just like Rinse fm
I got to penetrate reality and see myself
My friend