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Dead Man's Drum

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Dead Man's Drum

Verse 1 - The bed, still bowed; the sheets, still warm. A drum still beats in this uniform. The brass, it shines over tarnished tin. While voices pine; all alien kin. Chorus - Your heart beats to the dead man's drum. Dress your ranks down one by one. Your heart beats to the dead man’s drum. Don your shrouds for kingdom come. Verse 2 - The casket’s closed, and prayers are said. The flags hang limp, and no tears are shed. The spades, they feast on the virgin soil. The vultures perch, mark their endless toil. Chorus - Your heart beats to the dead man's drum. Dress your ranks down one by one. Your heart beats to

Best Supporting Actress

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Best Supporting Actress

Verse 1 – Entire evenings spent stuck in the mirror. They polish the carriage until it shines. Pining for princes, or swooning for sailors– Sometimes even graced with a single line. The beams and lenses all flash and scatter Each night you set foot upon the stage. Beneath the pulleys, the ropes and wires; Behind the bars of your gilded cage. Chorus – Child, you were born to entertain. Child, you were born to entertain. Verse 2 – Now the curtains fall, but still heads swivel, Their gaze piercing through your porcelain skin. Flashing lights follow you into dreamland, There’s no scenery to hide your sin(

Dead and Rotten

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Dead and Rotten

Verse 1 - Lines carved into cuneiform like pigment in plant membranes. Hieroglyphs spotted with paint– or are they drops of blood? Scholars fill their leather tomes; fill another dusty shelf. Printed headlines washed away just flotsam in the flood. Chorus - So many souls forgotten, once they are dead and rotten. What will they carve upon my stone? Verse 2 - Statesmen sleeping in the ground loom high above mere mortals. Swords and shields clash in the fields, then crumble into rust. Peasants toil in the shadow of the sun-scorched king of kings. His works gazed on with despair– until they turn to dust. Chorus - So

Midnight Oil

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Midnight Oil

Verse 1 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of ash in your mouth. How slow the world is turning, still you don't know your north from your south. All the streetlights are winking; you hug your jacket close to your skin. Your heart is slowly sinking, but your brain's itching to dive right in. Verse 2 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of blood in your teeth. So fast the lights are spinning, and you can't tell your head from your feet. You hear the sirens wailing; the reek of melted rubber burns your nose. Now your vision is failing– son, that's just the way the money goes.

Hibakusha (Little Boys Fly)

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Hibakusha (Little Boys Fly)

Verse 1 – My eyes turned to the sky– it was so bright, I cried. I stood and held my breath knowing I’d become death. When Shiva crossed the sea to war’s cacophony. Spoke his heraldic sage,   “The dawn of a new age.” See the little boy fly, into the blood-red sky. Chorus – That’s when the sky hit the ceiling and all the sand turned to glass. That’s when the rooftops were reeling and all the tenses were past. Verse 2 – It all went in a flash; the blossoms burned to ash. My searching skyward gaze went bleeding down my face. The angel raised his bow; both man and beast lai

A Ghetto in Germany

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A Ghetto in Germany

Verse 1 - In a dark alley in old Berlin where the West meets the East. Old men huddle round fire barrels with rags wrapped round their feet. Footsteps crunching on broken glass; green-clad watchdogs creeping past. Chorus - There’s a light in the window in a ghetto in Germany. There’s twenty-five color TVs floating ‘round my head. There's a man with a badge and bludgeon cracking me a smile. And I think both of us wish that I were dead. Verse 2 - In a dark clinic in East Berlin where nerves and cords are frayed. Your pulse is marked by a blinking line while the nurses bow and pray. Footsteps echoing down the hal
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Dead Man's Drum

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Dead Man's Drum

Verse 1 - The bed, still bowed; the sheets, still warm. A drum still beats in this uniform. The brass, it shines over tarnished tin. While voices pine; all alien kin. Chorus - Your heart beats to the dead man's drum. Dress your ranks down one by one. Your heart beats to the dead man’s drum. Don your shrouds for kingdom come. Verse 2 - The casket’s closed, and prayers are said. The flags hang limp, and no tears are shed. The spades, they feast on the virgin soil. The vultures perch, mark their endless toil. Chorus - Your heart beats to the dead man's drum. Dress your ranks down one by one. Your heart beats to

Best Supporting Actress

B

Best Supporting Actress

Verse 1 – Entire evenings spent stuck in the mirror. They polish the carriage until it shines. Pining for princes, or swooning for sailors– Sometimes even graced with a single line. The beams and lenses all flash and scatter Each night you set foot upon the stage. Beneath the pulleys, the ropes and wires; Behind the bars of your gilded cage. Chorus – Child, you were born to entertain. Child, you were born to entertain. Verse 2 – Now the curtains fall, but still heads swivel, Their gaze piercing through your porcelain skin. Flashing lights follow you into dreamland, There’s no scenery to hide your sin(

Dead and Rotten

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Dead and Rotten

Verse 1 - Lines carved into cuneiform like pigment in plant membranes. Hieroglyphs spotted with paint– or are they drops of blood? Scholars fill their leather tomes; fill another dusty shelf. Printed headlines washed away just flotsam in the flood. Chorus - So many souls forgotten, once they are dead and rotten. What will they carve upon my stone? Verse 2 - Statesmen sleeping in the ground loom high above mere mortals. Swords and shields clash in the fields, then crumble into rust. Peasants toil in the shadow of the sun-scorched king of kings. His works gazed on with despair– until they turn to dust. Chorus - So

Midnight Oil

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Midnight Oil

Verse 1 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of ash in your mouth. How slow the world is turning, still you don't know your north from your south. All the streetlights are winking; you hug your jacket close to your skin. Your heart is slowly sinking, but your brain's itching to dive right in. Verse 2 - The midnight oil is burning, you've got the taste of blood in your teeth. So fast the lights are spinning, and you can't tell your head from your feet. You hear the sirens wailing; the reek of melted rubber burns your nose. Now your vision is failing– son, that's just the way the money goes.

Hibakusha (Little Boys Fly)

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Hibakusha (Little Boys Fly)

Verse 1 – My eyes turned to the sky– it was so bright, I cried. I stood and held my breath knowing I’d become death. When Shiva crossed the sea to war’s cacophony. Spoke his heraldic sage,   “The dawn of a new age.” See the little boy fly, into the blood-red sky. Chorus – That’s when the sky hit the ceiling and all the sand turned to glass. That’s when the rooftops were reeling and all the tenses were past. Verse 2 – It all went in a flash; the blossoms burned to ash. My searching skyward gaze went bleeding down my face. The angel raised his bow; both man and beast lai
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michaelmasHobbyist Writer

Thanks so much for the faves <3

Jimbowyrick1Hobbyist General Artist

oh no she didn't

Thank you 😊

Jimbowyrick1Hobbyist General Artist

Stay safe and sound JP! - PAV

Thank you James🌿

Jimbowyrick1Hobbyist General Artist

FVTHNX!