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A song written about history of the Zeppelin to fulfill a brief for the UWS Songwriting Masters Module Portfolio, 2021. Thanks to Craig Durning on the guitar, Lewis Oxbrow on the bass vocals, Lauren Gilmour at Novasound for the production, and always Becci Wallace for encouragement and support.

Float Like The Hindenburg

'Soul Cell' VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4cNEUKxPjQ
Written, performed and recorded by Doctur Normul. @Doctur_Normul
Mixed and mastered by Sound Thief. soundcloud.com/soundthief
Filmed by CloakNDagger.
Video editing by Mackenzie @MackenziePro

Lyrics:
More is being said than there is to tell
I panned in the windows to ma soul cell
They got footage of the truth: I burnt it maself 
Nothin is a story I won't tell
Is this real/reel? This blanket of right/write?
Privacy's flashin her tits for a tenner a night
Bathed in Israeli surveillance for a street light
It's a lie! That's the problem with it being fact
Do all people have potential to act like that
If you base your statements on judges and acts
Hang yer head on the pavement: brace for contact!
Coz more is being said than there is to tell
I panned in the windows to ma soul cell
They got footage of the truth: I burnt it maself
An nothin is a story I won't tell
Politricks,,circuses; nothin's real, doesn't matter
Give yer freedom to the screens; bank transfer mad hatters
Aye cool, it's fine,  no worries: that's the game
Need a The Twistettes song to every mind frame
Nobody talks and everybody walks
But secrets are a currency: magic beans spill a lot
Sleeves rolled and trousers down
Crack whip! You run this town
But you will all fall far from grace
Forget ma name: forget ma face
Coz more is bein said than there is to tell
I panned in the windows to ma soul cell
They got footage of the truth: I burnt it maself
Nothin is a story I won't tell

Coz Johnny's basement is burnt out and the attic's on fire
The carpets mostly soakin upon that funeral mire
The people are gathered in aw their taxi numbers
Hand to go hame early coz some cunt smashed the floorboards
The vultures are fed up - I used to love this city
Could have wrote it better; ends in armed pigs and false glamour
You get wit yer telt so make sure you tell it well
Don't end in mirrored armies trapped inside your soul cell
What do you live for and wit are you looking at?
What do you see with your own two eyes?
What do ye fight for? What do ye bleed for? 
And what do you compromise?
We are free. This is free.
Behind enemy lines, we are free.

Soul Cell

...is not normal and nothin is a story I won't tell...
Political folk punk bluesy vocals mostly on guitar.

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