Some Orwellian Pop from the 90's salvaged from old 4-track. Its full of destructive editing with stuff all over the place....
Another track from this album is
https://soundcloud.com/orbiting-freakshow-orch/monsters-1999
We are the Dead
Under the spreading Chestnut tree
I sold you, you sold me
There lie they, here lie we
Under the spreading Chestnut tree
Oranges and lemons said the bells of St. Clement's
You owe me three farthings said the bells of St Martins
Here is the candle to light you to bed
Here is the Chopper to chop off your head
Time has caught us, corrupted by thought-crime
Can they really get inside our heads?
We shall meet in the place of no darkness
Now that finally we are the dead
I was remembering my Mother,
Before the rats and love of Big Brother
V for Victory over one's self
Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia!
2+2=4, if that is granted then all else follows
Here is the candle to light you to bed
Here is the Chopper to chop off your head
Time has caught us, corrupted by thought-crime
Can they really get inside our heads?
We shall meet in the place of no darkness
Who'd be a politician corruption free and clean
They're just a suited tool at which to vent our spleen
Time has caught us, corrupted by thought-crime
Can they really get inside our heads?
We shall meet in the place of no darkness
Now that finally we are the dead
