Fried Chicken One Rainbow and 24 Grams of Beef
Carnage on celluloid a dictator begs for his life
As shrapnel slices his hand raw
And orange flares scar the skies with shots of light that look like virgin splays of red
Behind the Veil a ticking bomb of consumer bile
And reality tv deals
Jpeged insanity and Halal chicken grilled golden
Mixed with the rancid death of a Martyr's Prayer
Democracy the silver trumpet of reason
Disgraced by brutish desecration of all that is holy
A shopping mall of manufactured sensibility
Becomes the weeping dream of freedom
Hustled to every media outlet
How much for a widow's blood bruised tears
When the sell is over
Cherish your denim and numb your soul with your
Amazon Wish List .
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Apartment 218
Andy Warhol lines the walls with yellow smiles
And educated lines of grass sit in mellow stripes
It's a grunge den of ideas the intellectual currency of Bohemia
Somewhere for those to vegetate the ones who spend three minutes perfecting their SO CAl twang
They don't like being tagged with labels it destroys their chakras
And radiates a pool of ochre negativity
They play radical old skool and classical beats
Anything under the radar
Home etched Navaho blankets
Mixed with retro urban chic
Apartment 218 is the belly of the city
Fast food and gin bottles grace the manicured lawns
While run down shops scissor the streets with crumbling strip joints and
Pawn stores.
The community prototype of DJs bathroom stars and needle angry loan sharks
Hustling the humanity out of the neighbourhood
Replacing it with clean tight sanitised shopping arcades
A grenade of mediocrity and multiplexed gloom
Apartment 218 is a neon paradise a riot of flavour where cheap threads and poetic vision
rebel against the soulless conformity of Sunday civility.
Go Go dancers Brazilian T girls with amplified silicone
A blue macaw , future politicians and the Velvet Underground
All hang out at Apt 218
But the elegant hub of artistic Kool
Will soon be replaced by gauche coffee chains
And piped muzak
And the crawling geniuses
Will seek salvation in a new nirvana
Away from the poodle and pearl nausea
That cuffs them to the alter of convention and
Neuters their quixotic pretensions in a sea of beige.
Carnage on celluloid a dictator begs for his life
As shrapnel slices his hand raw
And orange flares scar the skies with shots of light that look like virgin splays of red
Behind the Veil a ticking bomb of consumer bile
And reality tv deals
Jpeged insanity and Halal chicken grilled golden
Mixed with the rancid death of a Martyr's Prayer
Democracy the silver trumpet of reason
Disgraced by brutish desecration of all that is holy
A shopping mall of manufactured sensibility
Becomes the weeping dream of freedom
Hustled to every media outlet
How much for a widow's blood bruised tears
When the sell is over
Cherish your denim and numb your soul with your
Amazon Wish List .
-
Apartment 218
Andy Warhol lines the walls with yellow smiles
And educated lines of grass sit in mellow stripes
It's a grunge den of ideas the intellectual currency of Bohemia
Somewhere for those to vegetate the ones who spend three minutes perfecting their SO CAl twang
They don't like being tagged with labels it destroys their chakras
And radiates a pool of ochre negativity
They play radical old skool and classical beats
Anything under the radar
Home etched Navaho blankets
Mixed with retro urban chic
Apartment 218 is the belly of the city
Fast food and gin bottles grace the manicured lawns
While run down shops scissor the streets with crumbling strip joints and
Pawn stores.
The community prototype of DJs bathroom stars and needle angry loan sharks
Hustling the humanity out of the neighbourhood
Replacing it with clean tight sanitised shopping arcades
A grenade of mediocrity and multiplexed gloom
Apartment 218 is a neon paradise a riot of flavour where cheap threads and poetic vision
rebel against the soulless conformity of Sunday civility.
Go Go dancers Brazilian T girls with amplified silicone
A blue macaw , future politicians and the Velvet Underground
All hang out at Apt 218
But the elegant hub of artistic Kool
Will soon be replaced by gauche coffee chains
And piped muzak
And the crawling geniuses
Will seek salvation in a new nirvana
Away from the poodle and pearl nausea
That cuffs them to the alter of convention and
Neuters their quixotic pretensions in a sea of beige.
