Year Zero and the Dull Embrace of the Perpetual Now

Everything is fine.

#walledgardens new album 9.9.18. "Year Zero" available at https://dmtheatrics.bandcamp.com/

words and music (C) 2018 Frank Cwiklik

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there is no history
there is no tomorrow
there is only now and what we want and what we say we are
there is only how we feel and what we need and what we have to hand right now

don't need to know your name
to know you're next in line
fire up your torches boys
I've found our new Frankenstein
won't bother reading the charges
you're guilty anyhow
you'll come to love the dull embrace of the perpetual now

we've got our blades in hand
let's break out that Glasgow smile
it's the least we can do
to let you groan for a while
then you'll pick up arms and join us in our virtuous vow
there's nothing but the dull embrace of the perpetual now

I like this new regalia
do you think it suits me well
what an awesome sight to see our army marching to Hell
all is permitted but not forgotten
we can use it somehow
we've weaponized the dull embrace of the perpetual now

have you forgotten how you treated me that one distant time
now every slight and mistake becomes a federal crime
you best burn all of your books and wipe your memory somehow
resign yourself into the smog of the perpetual now

definitions are suggestions
up and down are just illusion
all your words defined as violence
all my violence is peformance

every grudge a new beginning and they're growing in size
you're so besotted with your power that you don't realize
that all the guns are turning, pointing at your own sweating brow
they've come to master all the rules of the perpetual now

“how'd I end up in here
I was your friend” he wailed
well that was yesterday
I'm afraid that warship has sailed
a gruesome parody of all the things you said were allowed
we've come to love the dull embrace of the perpetual now
definitions are suggestions
up and down are just illusions
your very being is a construct
every law is just a guideline

every man a firing squad
all the torpedos circle back around
form a circle in the village square

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