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by Warcloud

[Intro: Warcloud]
Welcome to Smuggling Booze in the Graveyard
While the little boy had a toy pistol and cotton for a beard
While the little girl cut clothes for her doll out of cloth scrap
And the old woman collected buttons, bows and buckles
Which she kept in bottles
And the old man who has lost something
He looks through his pockets, in his hat
Even under the seats of the people watching the show...

[Warcloud]
..and sidewinders
Unique and authentic, simple but mesmerizing
My oceanic-portioned ideas were dead surprising
Penmanship calligraphy, dash while feds arriving
Colliding, the ghastly arithmetic settles slugs
With a large stiff feather, write epics in devil's blood
Shovels dug three-sixty feet deep, mining for diamonds
Effortlessly shining, outlandish power refinement
Spotlight on top of grandfather clock, erase the decorative
Thirty-fourth consecutive, Palaeolithic perfectionist

[Chorus 2X: Warcloud]
One standard lesson, my weapon concealed in hooks
Add my work to a binder, horror novels and children's books
Paperback or hardcover, rock candy and peppermint
Green or purple grapes while blasting shots through your residence

[Warcloud]
Disciplined apocalypse status, Architectonic
Thoughts monopololistic, ironic, multisymbolic
Sonic verbal illustrations of foreign words and phrases
Literary journals, papyrus, climatic pages
Obviously astonished, neurotic from pleasant tear gas
Syllables of clear glass should of worn engineer mask
Butcher like career last eons, bow with broke knees
Authority of the Jaws, to crush the plants and broke trees
Vivid fluorescent soaked leaves, eloquent neon smoke screens
Deciduous anonymous columnist, how I wrote these
Explanatory notes prescribed, sublime your costume
Or bury you under a lighthouse reading while in the watch room
Vintage typewriter a coffee mug full of fire ants
Incalculatable, acquires amp clocked, before my pliers clamped
Time dismantle the tangle of broken wires
Monumental captain, you dangle in open fires
High truth there's choking liars, wilful and permanent crippling
You die invertebrates and I skilfully exterminate siblings
These elements of style fade out like gleaming horns
Type to misshape in chaos, of well-seeming forms
Being born, purple scorpion creep across sandy land
Hand me grams 'cause I stay off the hook like Candyman

[Chorus 2X]

[Warcloud]
Earwax melts, production of written works
Out the darkness, hidden first, pocket watchers, forbidden dirt
Mention worse 'cause I'm knowledge pictorial directions and signs
Order international soups and extensive selections of wine
Grind ox blood, data town red, transcend desire
And obliterate any town with more nuclear force than required
Out the ashes of war, spring elegance, phantom like
The synchronized slither, organically grant them light
Archetype, architectural mind, renowned thinker
Last eminent composer, theatrics surround speaker
Acoustic, immeasurably deep, white liquid marble
Fiji water, swig and gargle, conspiring to hit your cargo
Metacarpals pop orchestras, violently scribble novels
Choreographically grovel, the phonograph record wobbles
Pistachios and cashews, mastering can be difficult
Move counter centrifugal, flow to nowhere is typical
Aquatic plants, architect starving as green sharks
Granted rare stamp collections and marvellous theme parks
The award winning pen, you fumble hustles and scams
Rusty tugboats, drains, foghorns, muscles and clams
Whistle through your speaker, elections for neighbourhoods at a sequel
Collision course inscription, the end of all that is evil

[Chorus 3X]

[Outro: Warcloud]
Now run along to Hell...




  • Quote Artist


Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
White Lies
rin
One Direction
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone
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