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Lyrics:

They smell your mouth
in case you utter the word "I LOVE YOU"
They smell your heart
Such strange times, darling
And love is bludgeoned
against the pillars of the dead end
Love must be hidden in the attics
In this cold and twisted dead end
They keep fires aflame
with poems and songs as fuel
Don’t dare the danger of thinking
Such strange times, Darling
The one banging on the door so late at night
has come to kill the lantern
Light must be hidden in the attics
And then there are the butchers
waiting at the crossroads
With their bloody axes
Such strange times, Darling
and they surgically remove the smile from your lips
and the song from your mouth
Passion must be hidden in the attics
The canary is grilled
over a flame of burnt lilies and jasmine
such strange times, Darling
The victorious drunken satan
is celebrating our mourning
God must be hidden in the attics

Such Strange Times Darling !

• A sacred audio image of some profane visual tone, filled my senses with void and embraced fulfillment with an inert craving, So much for audio-visual clarity...!

Such Strange Times Darling !

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