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the wrong windows - days of yore كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
_antique phonograph being cranked_
_crackly vinyl record playing_

[verse 1]
the cows are coming home for dinner
the cynic’s circus slops their trough with memes
they’ll never deign to touch the feed i pour for them again
they’ll starve themselves awaiting greener dreams

[verse 2]
the zeitgeist is in need of reupholstering
we shabby dolls bereft of dopamine
a cop in every kitchen and a chef in every pot
all our streets paved o’er with baby bumps

[pre_chorus]
wе’ve made ourselvеs immune to revolution
wittgenstein escaped in a balloon
our actions speak so loud that
we can’t hear the words no more
binary folklore
engraven on all fours
you’ve just enough blood left to paint the door

[chorus]
gone are the days of yore
gone are the days of yore
they won’t be back no more
gone are the days of yore
[verse 3]
the alphabet has fled for greener pastures
arithmetic performed with sticks and stones
design is unintelligent
the rapture wears no clothes
dirty laundry piles up around our bones

[verse 4]
occupy the surface of the ocean
explain your declarations to the sea
as it is or as it was
so never shall it be
the bottle is the message, endlessly

[pre_chorus]
the dictionary printed on a pinhead
the syllables are drawn by lottery
we fuel ourselves with fossils while
we tunnel towards the core
there’s nothing left to burn
but that for which we yearn
a miracle in every metaphor

[chorus]
gone are the days of yore
gone are the days of yore
they won’t be back no more
gone are the days of yore
[chorus]
na na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na

[chorus]
gone are the days of yore
you can curse till your throat is sore
and torture becomes a bore
but gone are the days of yore

[chorus]
you can pray till you soil the floor
till no lions are left to roar
but gone are the days of yore
they won’t be back no more

[chorus]
gone are the days of yore
quoth the raven: nevermore
you’re crowing you know the score
but gone are the days of yore

[outro]
one, two, three, four
_birds chirping_
_steamboat whistle growing distant_

- the wrong windows

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