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• Artiste: Yard Act
• Titre: Land Of The Blind
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Killswitch indifference to a liquid narrative Obviously I tried writing you out of the will I just hadn’t the guts to lie through my teeth Though only because I’m susceptible To the truth on the bleakest of moons Though there is beauty in a whole truth The knotty roots of a shameful past Will never let it be Each new shoot is an escape root Loot the debris And make no mistake we are living out our last days In the land of the blind Where the one eyed man was king Until he lost his fucking mind Baba bow Baba bow We cram clammy hands into empty pockets A quick whip'round for the long suffering house band Whilst peace treaties are breached So we can fuck about half naked on the beaches of Some far off foreign land We all get a commemorative fifty pence piece each For the peace treaties breached And the palms greased, that are never on the ends Of the elbows digging the graves of the recently deceased Please have a seat I’m going to show you all a magic trick but it’s sort of a surprise So if you just lend me that fifty pence piece in your hand And then close your eyes I’m going to make me, and this fifty pence piece disappear