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Intro
Save Our Souls
Pre-verse
Save Our Souls
V1
Sprechgesang and morning toast; I boast no lovely day
The townsfolk down all there below enjoy the start of May
But I, the lonely sorcerer, to whom none shall obey
I bid them all adieu, adieu, adieu to flesh of clay
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V1
The cold neon is a bitter hue
As you, as always, night eschew
And make your way towards the birdcage
You devil
Headaches posing as instructive noise
Your playthings, obviously, little toys
And off the dancefloor, by the bar
It's settled
Pre-Chorus
The person next to you
Is more interested in the racket on stage
Which of course
Is perfect
And when they're looking away
That is your chance
And when they're looking away
That is your chance
That is your chance
C1
Put the
Tramadol, put it
In there, put it in there
Stop the
Spreading of the
Disease, it's waterborne now
Bouncers
Peering over your
Shoulder, oh dear me
No time
To explain that you're
Saving everyone, no
The me-
-dia is too
Preoccupied with the news
Morning
Sporting highlights, so
It's up to you today
Put the
Tramadol, put it
In there, put it in there
Stop the
Spreading of the
Disease, it's waterborne now
Bouncers
Peering over your
Shoulder, oh dear me
No time
To explain that you're
Saving everyone, no
The me-
-dia is too
Preoccupied with the news
Morning
Sporting highlights, so
It's up to you today
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Intro
1, 2, 3, 4
V1
Fifth floor
Before you know
The seventh
And the ninth
You've got yourself
Above your head
A date night
Alright
The man was a gent, he wooed you
So effortlessly
Oh, what a night to mingle with the
Bourgeoisie
Reprieve
Oh
No going back
Your hair was fine before you left,
But now it's in strands;
Oh well
The doorbell
V2
Man in his gown
He answers the door
He lets you in and greets you
And makes you feel poor
The decor's immaculate
The small-talk too
Oh this
Is life
Ushered to the living
Room under the starry sky
By those starry
Pre-Chorus
Eyes
Oh
He takes you by the hand
And to the piano
He sits down and sings:
C1
"You love me, I love me too
We'll get on just fine
Sign here in my autograph book
On the dotted line
I'm the charlatan up high
Why, I like you so;
Grab the wine and caviar
You're in for a show"
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V1
Oh never, could ever, we could have could tried
The star-shaped invaders have died
The story is over, press circuits' been nixed
And there's no more reason to be transfixed
On stories of valiant victory
On propagandistic flicks
C1
Moon Dog bombs this Fall
Moon Dog bombs this Fall
Moon Dog bombs this Fall
Moon Dog bombs this Fall
Bridge
"I must, from the bottom of my heart,
Apologise to the shareholders."
Look at how clumsily the cranefly's climbing that wall
Almost as though it couldn't fly at all
There's no more use for xenophobia in this house
Oh look, the cranefly has been got by a mouse
Governmental intervention lost, sur-
-prisingly, we haven't turned to dust!
V2
Generals relaxing in (their fixed abodes)
Their fixed abodes, the (the)
Film departments have
Blown it
Why would've they had any reason
Any logical reason to
Reason to, reason to
Expect this: we're
C2
Nearing the release date
Oh, it's far too late
Oh, will the critics mind?
Oh, maybe they'll be kind
The vacuum-sealed room
Is coming all too soon;
Ready out the pall
'cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall ('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
Outro
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
('cos Moon Dog bombs this Fall)
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Intro
What a time for the chamber to jam
For the go-nowherer in Vietnam
V1
Whipping up tornadoes
Our saviour Gods in black-sheen coats
As we pray with our various ephemera
That they'll reach us before the boats
(They never do)
Pre-Chorus
Corpses emblazoned with jet
While the go-getter gets
Fucked
(Naturally)
C1
The E. Lee Institute of Avoidance of Punjis
I'm afraid applications are closed
An unprecedented barrage of applications (The paroxysm, the paroxysm)
Has forced human shield policy to be imposed; this is (The paroxysmal paroxysm)
Worthless
Bored wives agree
While we are forcing the Ho Chi
Minh ribcage agee
C2
I wish not to gloat
In these treacherous runnings, I
I am
I am your protest vote
You are dogs set off your leash
Pointed towards the fox
All awhile your masters
They provide only vox
Well, I have instruments too, I wish to
Call this whole thing off
I call it off
(Oh, yeah)
I call it off
(Yes! Why not?)
I call it off
(Now, for the next thing...)
(They never do)
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V1
In the morning
There is light
Ra bestoweth
Gift of sight
As moonlit mystics'
Spoken word
Delays ascension
Not seen but heard
Foremost inferno
Of our domain
Forever, ever
Oh, shall you reign
Bridge
Oh, burning titan won't you cry?
With the insights of two sunspots
Moon, it has no alibi
With ticker-tape, oh de-ar me-e
There's no-o time for no pa-ra-ade
Whereas you t-touch down onto the promenade
Jittery actions f-f-form f-foreign ai-d
C1
Halcylioligopolis, Isabella
A place to be
Now, Halcylioligopolis is a better
A better place to be
Sing out in harmony now
V2
Sunrise over Sigrids-
-ville, oh my
There is no place worse to
Roll your die
And in the plaguepits shall you
Find your match
Left the fire exit
On the latch
Will you 'scape from the radio-
-active glow
We bring forth the
Horrorshow
And minor chemical re-
-actions rise
Sigridsville is
Compromised
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Vignette 7: Ong bataí
02:42
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V1
Ong bataí, bataí, aye (Ong bataí, aye)
And nobody knows who am I
There is a mirror, there is a mirror, there is a screen
And in your terror, terror, this is all you glean (And in your terror, this is all you glean
V2
Ong bataí am I
I hide in the rice and the rye
Look in your mirror, look in your mirror, look in your screen
Looking at me, -ing at you, pretending a grin (Looking at you, pretending a grin)
Bridge
In irreality, you've got to deny (In irreality)
That scarecrows are voiceless (Scarecrows are voiceless)
And Chariots of the Gods build up on fallacies (Chariots of Fire)
C1
I am the creature that
Spreads the written antidote
To all the people who
Overstep their bounds
Sky-discs and fae maidens
They do never exist on
That all that Ong bataí
Claims as spoils grounds
C2
They never existed (Ong bataí)
On the bitter- bitter- bitter-
They never existed (You have thoughts that are)
On the bitter mound (Out of line?)
Ong bataí needs to make (Ong bataí)
Sure you never exist now, no
Dullaghan, cyclops, sa- (Rewrites the danger out)
-tyr, centaur, hellhound (Creative minds)
Ong bataí
Assuring sanctity
Of divine (Assuring sanctity)
(Of divine)
Ong bataí
Freely removing (Freely remo-remov-)
The rind (-in' the rind)
V3
Life all safe is dull
Like the blade in the prophesised hole
Draw it and slay the beastie that says it has noone's hand
Save all our tales from the revision of Ong bataí (Kill the revision of Ong bataí)
V4
This is it, my friends
Every story, well, it has its end
(Parables and old wive tales, they shall live forever more)
Pox on this poxie pixie, you shan't snuff our lore
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Prevignette 8
00:31
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Intro
Jingo-à-go-go, 1, 2, 3!
Jingo Fandango, what you be?
Jingo, the QuANGO isn't free
Jingo tornado SUV
Jingo pachinko, losing your money
V1
Give it up for today's speaker, Mr. Fandango;
A real TEDx trailblazed excuse for bingo
And knee-deep in alcohol, poor old Jingo's
In a tangle:
The emergency trust fund is gone
And when you're sober, only then
(My sweet little state-owned free-roam hen)
You'll realise that you've been conned
Bridge 1
Casino nights, and
And Toledo days
Forever hoping that the,
That the hangover'll go away
You keep on
Saying that the collateral's gone
Spitting out that same old song
A feeling that you can't be long
For this world of fools, not least yourself
Up on that shelf
Pre-Chorus
Jingo Fandango wanted it all
Jingo Fandango aimed for the 🜚
Jingo Fandango will only fall
Jingo Fandango, what have you begun?
Jingo, this is a Hellish rebuke
Jingo, this is a Hellish rebuke
Jingo, this is a Hellish rebuke
Jingo, this is a Hellish rebuke
Bridge 2
Stories of mismanagement of powers that be
Stageplays of wildly misattributed invincibili-
-tea on the ledge with a biscuit or two:
"Never mind the crumbling, just look at that view!"
Oh, Jingo
Fandango
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Intro
This is the recording to accompany Vignette 9: St. Hugh's Bones.
Subvignette 1
The damn punch-spikers had congregated. The ones who enjoyed secondary school, the ones whose smarm outweighed their own heads; they had congregated, and this was cause for alarm.
Subvignette 2
(excerpted from the manifesto:)
"(...)and so, the imperative is the absurd, for anything less is a retreat into the deluge of the similar, a candid scream into the lively concert-hall. (Those) who deny this without explanation of their own should disown or adapt, and only those who deny with reasonable theses should be compared in any light, glowing or nocturne. (...)so it shall be said, the artistic boldness may catch the eye sooner, and the bold may be beautiful even lacking the intricacies elsewhere. The artiste may hoodwink, or may outrage, but they shall be known, unlike the finer print. The content may falter, but the name shall persist; the legends exist only for the gaud and artifice that have stood stagnant for the exploitation of the larvae of the exaggerator. (...) This, primarily, is the statement."
-The flaws in the above piece are innumerable, but the aim(s) is(/are) humanely simple, and perhaps some value may be gleaned thus.
Subvignette 3
To say the pile was ten bodies tall would belie the fact that it was a mound, so easily wide as it reached still-close to both the precarious ceiling fan and the sterile walls. Each body poised in interlocking contortion, tear-stained cheeks and the caking of a crimson fountain, eyes shriveled dry, skins ungodly pale. Each of these bodies was me.
The fan above was contorting also, the blades slowly extending out into razorish tendrils as it so patiently waited to complete. The slow bend had already pierced a few, for which the phantom pain had become exquisitely terrible, and I had to turn my back on these errors. The mere fleeting thought that compensation would be enough penance for this was enough to crack a wry smile, which the representative surely mistook to be a break of sanity; lucky me the Org didn't confuse themselves in such mortal trifles, lest this be fatal.
The crunch of the bones was quick, at least, when the fan was evidently powered, but my mind still visualised the slurry as if it hadn't coated the glass partition and had instead continued on to me. For the little it was worth, the glint in the representative's glasses seemed to affect me more than the whole display did him. Of course, countenance was the ploy, steadiness a material hill over which advantage could be clawed vicious from the six faces of Luck, but I had nothing to play for beside my dignity, and as even that is in short supply after snake eyes I didn't so much as even try to hide it. These men with rigged midnights, these men who could creak metal with their minds: these men could creak men.
I signed the contract in my own blood. There was plenty enough.
Subpart 4
Salutations to this crook, who has forg'd mountains in situ of wormhills with his words. Salutations to strict scholars of guqin-practition, for music is an artform most holy, a grounds for such conformity as is sought. And, most mindfully, congratulations to the man who put into law such audiovisual strangulations as this, such innovation-wringing guiding lights which shall not show again in this mortal gamut through what is soundly prior so untold. Submission - nay, subjugation is not without sound, and subversion justly then legitimises the undercutting of your meagre very point. The rules break more visibly after the stress gets too much.
Subvignette 5
A convention centre, at night, without a convention.
A lost man and his dog unleashed, a guard, and a gun.
A play for three performers: one permanent role, two rotating.
Subvignette 6
The following double-page spread left blank for signatures.
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V1
We are playing mindgames
We are ceding to
Noone I know
We are playing mindgames
We're receding into
Laminar flow
God gave me two eyes
And a nose
I sniff out that she isn't there!
...oh God-
C1
So please don't complicate yourself (pyroclastic antiplastic tears of mastic light fantastic)
Mental is the only worthy ground (feelings all pent Logan of Kent misrepresent establishment)
Daunting though it may seem (Satapo's Arkhaiomelisidonophunikheratos)
All you need are in these reams (We Are the Physics Club and Therefore Everything We Say is Fact)
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Intro
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
V1
Logan
Posthumous
The name
They became
The irony is drizzled on the
Carpet
There is nothing else left at
All
The cleaner is the one who
Found them
The doctor put them underneath
The pall
C1
The culprit, they're in this room
Whom? I don't yet know
Reverend, you're a man of peace
But is it all for show?
V2
No more the material
Vessel overturned
As they squabble down there
Court is adjourned
C2
Cleaner, you clearly went in there
Butler, your bottles are stocked there
...it's a tragedy and there
Is reason to believe the lawyer
He has alibi with the lass, it's
A tragedy
Bridge
Fading
Out of view
Rising into the air,
Ba-da-ba-da raising
It don't matter much more
When you are ascending
God!
Why
Let me an elavator!
For I can't breathe in this atmosphere
And at least let me some muzak
The Murder of
The Murd'rer
of Logan Posthumous
Heaven isn't
There so why
Rise I like my hubris?
I'm not a Christian
Though my mother
Had faith in Mother Earth
Particle
Dissipation
Hot air climbs, behold the
Return to gas-
-eous precious
Precociousless form
Outro
The Murder of
Logan
Posthumous
In the end it was
Ra-
-ther insidious
The Murder of
Logan
Posthumous
Only 'f you could
Save us
Save our
Souls
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Prelude SOS
02:59
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SOS
27:52
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Intro
Save Our Souls
Bridge
Souls come free
From the glass
Lamented
Overflow
Gun not shot
Nor hit, though
It shatter
Through window
Quell the in-
-surrection
Staying in's
Getting hard
Staying out
Is easy
And I know
And I know
And I know
What you don't
What you don't
What you don't
And I know
And I know
What you don't
Woah
V1
What the Hell is going on in there?
Angel Gabriel can hardly breathe
We have got too many colours now
Like kaleidoscopic macroscopic fleas
Heaven's ledger, canonic rifle
It has misfired, it isn't no more, no
Reprieve
Insurgency abounds
They've freed the grounds
Insurgency abounds
They've freed the grounds
V2
Harbingers here, gather your baskets
Collect the missing and sacred vignettes
Fret not soldiers, we have battle plans
Smite down in Godfire wi'your gold arbalests
This would be a PR nightmare
If too many shards come to rest, oh
Pre-Chorus
We're repeating vows now
We're repeating vows now
We're repeating vows now
We're repeating vows now
We're repeating vows now
We're repeating vows now
C1
In a wilted garden
In the Peaks of Now
Ever close to Heaven
Glinting first set down
Faeries came, collected it
Deciphered it faster than we
First realised something was up
Inamongst their lunch potpourri
More would fall in skyscraper and throughout
All the Golden Sea, whoa:O
The crater of Sigridsville
And in the potluck jamborees, a-whoa-whoa:O
Mirror descent, providing
For the Ong bataíi
Even a little bit for you
And a little bit for me
The lore it was distributed
Around the world for free
Post-Chorus
SOS
SOS
SOS
SOS
on ,erom on t'nsi ti ,derifsim sah tI
elfir cinonac ,regdel s'nevaeH
saelf cipocsorcam cipocsodielak ekiL
won sruoloc ynam oot tog evah eW
ehtaerb yldrah nac leirbaG legnA
?ereht ni no gniog si lleH eht tahW
1V
Outro
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on ,erom on t'nsi ti ,derifsim sah tI
elfir cinonac ,regdel s'nevaeH
saelf cipocsorcam cipocsodielak ekiL
won sruoloc ynam oot tog evah eW
ehtaerb yldrah nac leirbaG legnA
?ereht ni no gniog si lleH eht tahW
1V
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lllogan England, UK
[The Label] graciously presents...
Logan Posthumous, some call it
"pop".
Timsvb., a unique mutation ever honing.
On YouTube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCX8_v4gxNsvJi7lxfsHD3rg
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