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A Motorway Runs Through There Now
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Melodramatic electroclash with a few Keith Emerson solos thrown in
VOSTOK LAKE is an exponent of "portable techno-folk for the 21st century" hailing from Auckland, New Zealand. VOSTOK LAKE is a culturally revolutionary organisation aiming to supersede and replace guitar-based rock music altogether. VOSTOK LAKE's musical style is a careful balance of 80's-style beats, prog-rock inspired keyboard pyrotechnics and carefully crafted lyrical hand-grenades. Some songs deal with contemporary politics. Others tell stories of angst, comedy and high weirdness. Kelkaj estas en la internacia lingvo Esperanto.
Song Info
Genre
Electronic • Electro
Charts
Peak #121
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Daphne Lawless
Rights
2008
Uploaded
June 07, 2008
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:00
Story behind the song
Motorways, freeways, autobähnen, whatever - they're a curse upon the planet.
Lyrics
4.Oh, when I was a younger girl I dwelt in houses old and rotten A relic of a gentler world By time and taste and funds forgotten We worked and fought and loved so sweet These things the traffic won't allow - Don't bother trying to find those streets A motorway runs through there now A motorway runs through there now They tore our houses down And every day I curse the fate That killed my darling town. Oh, praise upon the mayors of old Who sniffed the fumes one time too many Our trains and buses wrecked and sold To Big Oil for a tiny penny All glory to the private car - For profit's sake, the sacred cow The concrete covers Shangri-La A motorway runs through there now. A motorway runs through there now It's jammed most every day They wrecked the place where I was born To build a worse decay. Now sometimes in the dark of night You're cruising at 100 k's You'll see a ghostly suburb rise And shimmer in the petrol haze The hungry ghosts of streets destroyed Behold their murderers, and vow To drag you to the gaping void... A motorway runs through there now. A motorway runs through there now For all eternity And Satan harvests corporate souls To fuel his SUV
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