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letra de afterlifecycle - parallel or 90 degrees

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i. introduction

(instrumental)

ii. dead on a car park floor (part one)

i’m dead on a car park floor
but my nerve endings feel no pain
though there’s no life in my face or my body
there’s activity in the brain

sounds of the street outside here
still make it through to my ears
and the sounds of distant voices
are the hallmark of my fears

everything i thought about has come to p-ss
(but in its own way)
everything is dead and gone but…
…to other folks it’s still another day
everything i thought about!
there was nothing i could live without
everything i dreamed about
and all my life are ended..
here…
tonight

i’m dead on a car park floor
and i can only see the roof
no eye movement to the left or the right
can deny this simple truth

no messages from the muscles
no more spasms down the spine
no reaction to the simple facts
of all that is mine

everything i thought about has come to p-ss
(but in its own way)
everything is dead and gone but…
…to other folks it’s still another day
everything i thought about!
there was nothing i could live without
’cause all the things i dreamed about
and all my life are ended..
here…
tonight

iii. afterlife what? (part one)

the air in here is stifling me
the sound of engines fills the air
i’m lying, still staring, still….
watching the roof. (which stays the same)
touches of panic here and there
voices of a few who seem to care. (are you all right?)
or are they just frightened?
just people who want to get on home?

and the five o clock rush will go on without me
as if i never was
and here on this floor
i’m still waiting….
to be carried away
carried away

when i was young i had these dreams
nightmares of cogs in great machines
and flowers, rubber stamped, with a ringing sound
that i still can’t explain…..
but as i never got caught in all the wheels
perhaps i was a part of that device
an inconsequential pinion in the structure i called “life”

iv. gears meshing with dandelions

(instrumental)

v. dead on a car park floor (part two)

(instrumental)

vi. moving lights in a tunnel

(instrumental)

vii. afterlife what? (part two)

looking out from my concrete grave
there’s nothing left alive for me to save
and all life’s intentions are
crowding in and shouting for their time
and i’m waiting for the transport to arrive
as if somehow it could help me to survive
and take me from this world
deliver me to something so much more

just outside here, the gears are still turning
as if nothing had changed
and here on this floor
i’m still waiting…..
to be carried away
carried away

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