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CoolMintCreme -> Red Lampshade (Song) (9/20/2012 1:11:39 PM)
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The following lyrics express my nostalgia for the halcyon days of the Cold War. They should be sung percussively, with syllables chasing the beat, over a riff reminiscent of Egregio Maestro Chuck Berry.
Red Lampshade
Well it's a Communist Party and it doesn't ever stop
and it was rotted at the bottom it was knotted at the top
and it was quaking in a manner causing breakage in a wall
while I was antedating waiting for another shoe to fall
I don't care to make a comrade
I don't dare to take a friend
while the fucking house is shaking
and the ruckus doesn't end
While the man with bristle eyebrows in the suit without lapels
is telling gremlins in the Kremlin that it's time to pull the bells
In the revisionism schism certain heads are sure to roll
but if we fail to meet the quota we can modify the goal
But we cannot ignore the Gang of Four within the Group of Three
They threw a Communist Party and they disinvited me
(Instrumental break)
They were clinking na zdorovye, drinking petrol on the porch
when the farmer in the armor ran away to get a torch
He was clever at the levers in the silos under snow
where a Pakistani nanny was among the first to know
When the anti-Roman candles whistled softly overhead
while the porch supports were burnin' and the sky was turnin' red
They were struttin' in the gutter, they were strollin' in the aisle
with a case of stolen butter and an incremental smile
They were riling up the peasantry and cooking up the news
They were piling up the grievances and looking for a fuse
They detect an insurrection in the shadow of a trend
'cause it's a Communist Party and the party doesn't end
(Music out)
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