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lyrics
Father Frost
Tell me, how do the icicles grow
And who plants cold flowers on the screens?
Tell me, who paints grey over all
And powders with white all of my greens?
What anal zealot makes each year totter,
Who wields the wand to change the phase of water?
Tell me, who brings the ice and snow
And how is he so?
Tales are told, about a weirdbeard,
Myth's unfold, legends rise,
That in 5-star Fourth Season vault
This persona mostly resides.
Where he spends his time with his PS3
And rumours say he's on cocain and speed,
That no slumber may cumber, and no sleep may creep
Upon his vile mind, where his plans concrete…
He's playing Mortal Kombat, but with every break he takes,
He stretches out his ears for sound;
And every fall, when the leaves are at stake,
He listens when they hit the ground.
Then he rides out on his North Wind-wagon,
Then he flies away, with his 'Boreas'-flag on,
With a license plate number K L double-6, please,
If you see him in the sky report your local police!
For he's a snow-flake terrorist - out of control,
An ice-cold anarchist - coming for you all,
So if you don’t react now and enact total war,
This could be the end of all that you are standing for!
But pray listen, more dangers loom
In these horrid times we’re condemned to exist.
Dreadful creatures are lurking in the gloom,
But the vilest dwells within our midst:
Feeding on money, manpower and might,
It is outright voracious and yet utterly void
And I find it hard to believe that this abomination
Was once human: it’s now a corporate mutation.
It’s Chairman!
In his dimension there’s not mete nor bound -
His claim for redemption remains unsung & unsound.
An there is no escape,
Because he has got a cape!
It made the headline, it will make your deadline,
And with pitch-black ink it will draw your flatline,
And as fear beats you and your life disseats you,
Deceit defeats you...
But there is Nothing you must fear,
Nothing to be afraid of.
I hear it penetrates the skull
And nests inside:
The perilous endoparasite
Virulently invades the cerebrum
And severs the synapses, one by one,
Thus disintegrating the being.
Beware, beware,
There’s Nothing everywhere!
It oozes out of your screens
And fills the Aether...
credits
from Stowaway,
released May 5, 2013
Written & composed, performed & produced by Georg Tkalec
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