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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Orchestrated violence
[time] => 2008-02-21 10:17:15
[hometext] => Well, we were never conductors but we left before the end. To come seek out refuge in britain, dear friend.... Dedicated to those i never knew, whose pain i'll never know
[bodytext] => Orchestra plays with i engaged as conductor A fist wound with anger and vengeance and rupture Round this sweet stick held aloft to the sky To dance with the devil's callow orchestra i My wand comes a crashing with symbols and screams At the war of my waving and tearing of dreams Crescendo are willing weary but strong Waging this war of the waltzs so long Deny thy sweet note and forsake thy shrill aim Percussion brings rythm noise and agression the same To force out sweet horns from homes and abode Gentle strings unwilling are swept through the road Swathing through bodies accoustically dreamt With my wand of loose morals twisted and bent Cleansing a march directing i see With bitter vocals raging at me Scream scream fat lady with all you can spare I rule with wand clenched fist passion and flare Through director approach you must all abide Through enforcement and power you all must now hide Lyrics i dream at place my grand scheme Children new notes so early i preen Gather them with furious hatred to strike Rumble young notes red frustration and fury alike Bringing precise control over my band Each has learnt the supreme example i am And each must now know where never to tread For each has seen what horrors my wand may embed So fight for me sounds to dampen all other Rise up a machine stand against him your brother So fight for those that take splendour amongst you Ochestra spare no thought for what may beckonmst you Bleed for i conductor director and king Bleed for decrees promises freedom and sin Rise up machine and sacrifice kin for all night Lay down dear ochestra, break ranks the third reich Horns adorn the streets oh once more And strings fear never the knock of your door Percussion more melody let go the word die If only not arbeit but musick macht frei [comments] => 0 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 19 [informant] => 5minutepoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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