Riverrun Part 1 [Infinity Mix]
Peace and Junk and Drums....
Adventures in retrosynthesis.
When I can think of something to say, It'll go here.
Story behind the song
The song is a stream of pop culture references from the past 30 years. In this it was inspired by 'Bug Powder Dust', a song from Bomb The Bass - which I namecheck in verse 3.
Many - perhaps most - of the references will be opaque to you the listener. All the things referenced are cultural icons or cliches, but the selection is personal. Someday I might offer a grand prize to anyone who can decode *all* the references :-).
Lyrics
Peace and junk and drums, art of noise pollution
Are we waitng for godot or fermenting workers revolution
Prisoner in the village, time to meet the new number two
You and me against the world - or is it just you
The world is not flat, there is no conspiracy
Elvis is dead, so is democracy
The video word made flesh, he is risen
Is this the real life, is this just television
Needle in you skin shooting straight into your vein
Then the love missile F one eleven hits your brain
Towards a hermenutics of quantum gravity
I jump aboard the lexx in search of total depravity
One night in bangkok makes a hard man humble
Outside refugees are making rumbles in the jungle
Get up, get on up, James Brown, like a sex machine
Jack your body buddy, you're a clone zone scene queen
Doctor in the tardis, Sauron in his dark tower
Age comes with wisdom, youth is a sweet flower
Say that understanding is a three edged sword
But angels and devils never fight their own wars
Bug powder dust and mugwump jism
Get educated - march with anticapitalism
What's the meaning of life? Is there life on red mars?
Touch the black monolith, my god it's full of stars
Welcome to the real world mr truman
Here in my car i feel more human than human
Hear the breaking glass, crash in the underpass
Shiny piece of leather, princess of people's hearts
Brass eye wide open, have your cake and fake it
Don't know what i want but i know how to take it
Sapphire and steel have been assigned
Psycho killer, we are vain, we are blind
Peace and junk and drums, no bridge over troubled waters
Every revolution has more than one daughter
Hardcore you know the score, nature is a whore
Socialism or barbarism - the choice is yours
