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Forecast Fascist Future - Of Montreal
The language of the frost lobs dead balloons
over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs
to spires with fiery plumes

And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning
in Styx that gives impotents kicks.
Boredom murders the heart of our age
while sanguinary creeps take the stage...
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page.

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria,
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace
their old cotton limbs.
Who will tell? I mean, would it make a difference?
Look, metal flower-petal tears

do not even appear in the myopic mirror.
Boredom murders the heart of our age
while sanguinary creeps take the stage...
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page.

The moon was sagging in the sky

as I held her face to mine,

All our thoughts were coming
in so clear beyond the myopic mirror.

We were darting from the place

where we just couldn't fit,

Far away from all the violence,
safely flying in our own orbit.

Why do I always have to tell you

-- forget about the prescient signs,

forget about the life we knew.

May we never be stripped of anything we love,
may we grow so gentle, never go mental.

May we never go, go mental... may we always stay,
stay gentle...

May we never go, go mental... may we always stay,
stay gentle...

May we never go, go mental... may we always stay
, stay gentle...
May we never go, go mental... may we always stay,
stay gentle
gentle
gentle
Boredom murders the heart of our age
while sanguinary creeps take the stage...
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page.

What was my number? What was my number? I don't care!