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The City And The Stars

Here we are in this green and pleasant land

This land we love, the place we called our own

This brand new taste we still don't understand

The bitter harvest from the seeds we've sown

Men feel like strangers here on our own streets

Things changed so fast they never saw the signs

The ground was taken from beneath their feet

Time moved on and they were left behind

Do we stand for our clan?

What does it mean to be an English man?

Do we stil have something left to say?

 

People get lost inside their virtual lives

In 5.1 high definition screens

While others give their all just to survive

Your avatar forgot what living means

Invaders cross our shores by our own leave

Our name, our culture slipping from our grasp

For no good reason that we can conceive

Or are we all just living in the past

Too much lost, who to trust

Do we even know if our cause is just?

Somewhere our Jerusalem got blown away

Somewhere yesterday

 

We plundered fields and dug up all the coal

We never knew there was a better way

Then we unleashed what we could not control

Then sent it riding on Enola Gay

And so we give thanks for the soldier boy

The one who never grew to be a man

He wears the crown who has the biggest toy

Two-hundred-thousand burning in Japan

And all of this in the name of our so called freedom

Our every move and thought tracked by cameras in the sky

The last of an ancient line, falling down the mountain side

Lessons from another time that no longer apply

 

Savage peril dwelled in the camp of saints

How did it ever get this far

Nineteen eighty-four came and went, now all that's left is

The city and the stars

Savage peril dwelled within the camp of saints

How did we let it get this far

Nineteen eighty-four came and went, now all that's left is

The city and the stars, the city and the stars

 

The stars on the TV show

Famous faces you don't know

Tell you how to think and who to be

The prophets made their sad prediction

But the truth was there behind the fiction

Right before our eyes, but nobody wanted to see

 

Stars on the TV screen

Paint a picture so obscene

Reality, or so its called

So many flies on one big wall

The music played, the credits rolled

And we all did what we were told

The virus that we couldn't beat

They made us obsolete

 

Savage peril dwelled in the camp of saints

How did it ever get this far

Nineteen eighty-four came and went, now all that's left is

The city and the stars

Savage peril dwelled within the camp of saints

How did we let it get this far

Nineteen eighty-four came and went, now all that's left is

The city and the stars, the city and the stars

Nineteen eighty-four came and went, now all that's left is

The city, the city and the stars

 

                                                                                Lyrics by P. Jones

The City and The Stars "is a crazy mixed up rant with the idea of fictional authors predicting the future at its heart"

Loosley based on George Orwell-Nineteen Eighty Four; Jean Raspails - The Camp Of Saints; Arthur C. Clarke - The City And The Stars;  and Patrick B. Sharp - Savage Perils.

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