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Vincent Vocoder Voice - Coming Soon

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〈Verse 1〉
I saw a new trailer today
It slipped by in backwards colour
Cowl suspirating through whistling nostrils
The film rippling over its cape
(But that was nothing)
Yesterday, I caught it staring
Over a stone cold lasagne through a glaze of snot
Waving its plastic spoon from the furthest arm of the galaxy
At me and you and every lolly-gagging stranger

〈Chorus〉
And the forks screech
And the enamels screech
Coming soon
Coming soon

〈Verse 2〉
The muscle and bone creaked in awful vivid flex
A rotting row boat in a lightless harbour
Its swilling splintery hull sucked and gummed at
By eyeless churning black water
And I prayed this thing, by some accident of calculus
Was the universe’s first true god
Capable of heeding the prayers of hedgerows
And forgiving its creators
〈Chorus〉
Then the forks screeched
And the enamels screeched
Coming soon
Coming soon
Coming soon
Coming soon

〈Verse 3〉
The widows and the drunks take stock
In silent sallow kitchenettes
Sixty-four years old, divorced
God bless our humble oubliettes
No matter that they swill with blood
For the prisoners were made with love
The abattoir shrugs at the fridge
There never were alternatives
So stuff my ears
With meat and mud
You can’t force me to watch
This isn’t real
You can’t force me to watch this to the end

〈Chorus〉
Coming soon
Coming soon
Coming soon
Coming soon
It's coming soon
It's coming soon
It's coming soon
It's coming soon
〈Outro〉
So the survivors stayed
And the earth and the sky stayed
Everything took the blame
Not a leaf flinched, nobody smiled
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