This is a particularly obscure song even for Dead Players, from what I gather it is a song critical of the environment of which they are describing (that which appears to be a metropolis.) Apart from that the song utilizes interesting metaphors that are both original and most likely derived from int...
[Jam Baxter]
Ghost...Town
Ramblings of an insolent child
Your style's in a ridiculous pile
Wish crushing glare, jackhammer stare
See 'em all slipping that sinister bile
Innocent smile, proud plumber
Sabotaging pipes up in the cloud cover
It's red rain at twilight now bruvva'
Pick a vantage point to watch the town suffer
Something awfuls lurking there
Avert the eyes and hide the trinkets
Fly demented seamless sky
With needles trying to find the stitches
Cry syringes full of serum puncture solid ground injecting every reason weakness spreads
In every heathen crowd collected
Give 'em a warning written in Ruby
Never believe I'm livin' a movie
Shot at the top of a shimmering cliff
The quickening winds are whistling through me
Live in a little mechanical fallacy
Sickening images cut 'em in subtly
Running amuck in my inner vicinity
I'm sick of the city
It's nothin' but fuckery bruv'
Calm it down
This place is vibesin'
The smell of seven million fates collidin'
Perforatin' nostrils like a sabre slicin'
Straight to the brain say it ain't exciting
Simmer softly something's boiling
Bursting bubbles fill the air
The frosted sun succumbs to reason
Reignite but still prepared
To burn the Earth and coat it in a sheet of melting silverware
I for one, will slide across it singing hymns a single brer
Ready for movin'
Scatter the enema's
Selling 'em zoots to battle the elements
Snivelling pigs are gathering on
But cannibals come to hack at the skeletons
[?] flickering vision of toppling
Mountains hitting the humble ground
A singular pebble to trigger the travels
Still hicklin' out to tumble down
Sounds
Vaguely acceptable (not really)
Dress the puppet up to look presentable (alright)
Ain't I meant to write a bar about MC's
And... How they're all shit except me
Aside from the fact that 95% are cringe inducing
Kings of puke and warm recycled slop
I got the stink diffusing
Introducing life
A skilful thief to steal your heart and tongue
And twist them into your reflection
Flinching as the darkness comes
Gathering peace
Sat on the seats
(seats)
We ain't compatible G
Wave crests are crashing the islands
Seeing a single inhabitant flee
Sell 'em a wall to heckle the ocean
Chuckle and suffer a bigger tsunami
Bring em an army
Sell 'em a fleet
A million idiots dead on the beach
Yeah
Pick off the barnacles
From the treetops restock the arsenal
Tell 'em its for decorative purposes
'Till you need a weapon to murk 'em with
Sophisticated interfaces failing
Bring the mind to life
Dynamite soul
Chew a match and set the skies alight
Live and direct from wreckage steaming up above
The message "SUCK OUT"
Emblazoned on the face of every flustered wretched
Figure in charge
But we never care
Cos I was just stuck in a colourful lair
Plotting a course to a distant kingdom
Coughing and spluttering juggling flairs
Off with his head and its off with their heads
A struggling city of ominous Mets
And I've never seen a headless chicken ever command a lot of respect
Ever