PORTISHEAD

I want it written on my tombstone

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: The Lottery by Shirley Jackson
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny…
Every year the same bright day,
One by one, we look away.

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[Verse]
Lawn chairs,
sunlight, white parade,
Paper folded,
names displayed.
Old Man Summers clears his throat,
Tradition wears a Sunday coat.

The preacher smiles,
the children play,
Someone whispers,
“It’s just the way.”
Hope is neat when guilt’s diffuse,
We call it choice, but it’s the noose.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Pass the box, don’t ask the why,
It’s mercy wrapped in alibi.

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[Chorus]
It’s just a ritual in June
Just a name beneath the moon.
Hands that shake still cast their stones,
Faith tastes sweet when it’s not your bones.
The crowd forgets who begged, who bled,
The sun shines warm, the fields stay fed.
All for one, all immune,
Just another ritual in June.

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[Verse 2]
Paper trembles, ink turns black,
Every whisper steps one back.
Clean it quick, the crops need rain,
One scream feeds the weather vein.

Her eyes met mine, she didn’t run,
We learned to call that “getting it done.”
Tradition hums a lullaby,
While conscience hangs out to dry.

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[Bridge]
“Throw for luck! Throw for town!
Keep the harvest, keep it sound!”
“You want the yield? Then feed the ground.”

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[Final Chorus]
It’s just a ritual in June,
Just a promise, just a tune.
Hands still red but hearts still clean,
Tomorrow’s paper wipes it gleam.
The crowd disperses, no one knew,
How faith forgets what faith will do.
All for one, all immune,
Just another ritual in June.

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[Outro]
Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones.


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