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On the fourth day of Christmas, the Pig Pen gave to me
four fairy tales,
three French towns,
two bare fists,
and a lampstand nearly all lit!
"The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay...." Following the Pogues' Fairytale of New York, write a fairytale set in a city important to you.
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Alphaville
where the clock stopped for half an hour
and the Angels of Revolution descended
not to block the route to Paradise, but to lead us to a Utopia
not a Garden this time, but a City.
Alphaville was my home but I left it long ago
my heart broken by one of Alphaville’s daughters.
Now I have returned old and still heartbroken
to spawn these memories, to die amid the invisible wreckage
to be buried alive in the shining new Metropolis
a City no longer my home, but my Exile.
Like Nostradamus in his midnight tower
staring into a bowl filled with spring water
hypnotized by the asylum dark of stars
reflected there into visions of the future
I gaze tonight across Alphaville
see visions of my past reflected in its lights
my life is written there, a coded holograph,
in its alleys and secret paths
not yet scourged and cleansed by the Contemporary.
And if I stand in just the right spot
looking at just the right angle
I can see again my true love, my Odile
her small bodied, black-eyed, ivory skinned self
Odile, though she was never mine nor anybody’s.
She is married now, she has a child,
she looks just like everyone else.
There the vision ends, and I am left
with all that remains of my distilled dream
of Alphaville, all but emptied
by my desolate heart.
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Merry Christmas from the boys in blue
We'll come to your door and break on through
We don't need a warrant we just need you
Put away your camera, that baby too
I said put away that camera now!
Hands on your back face on the ground
Just do what we say before we wake the whole town
Pow Pow pow just emptied a round
What do you mean we had the wrong place?
What do you mean that isn't his face
I'm not a criminal, you have no case
We're doing our jobs, it's not about race
Our job is very dangerous
It was their fault for just not coming with us
Washing my hands while washing my dishes
Won't stop me from having a merry christmas
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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(12-27-2022, 11:16 PM)TranquillityBase Wrote: Alphaville
where the clock stopped for half an hour
and the Angels of Revolution descended
not to block the route to Paradise, but to lead us to a Utopia
not a Garden this time, but a City.
Alphaville was my home but I left it long ago
my heart broken by one of Alphaville’s daughters.
Now I have returned old and still heartbroken
to spawn these memories, to die amid the invisible wreckage
to be buried alive in the shining new Metropolis
a City no longer my home, but my Exile.
Like Nostradamus in his midnight tower
staring into a bowl filled with spring water
hypnotized by the asylum dark of stars
reflected there into visions of the future
I gaze tonight across Alphaville
see visions of my past reflected in its lights
my life is written there, a coded holograph,
in its alleys and secret paths
not yet scourged and cleansed by the Contemporary.
And if I stand in just the right spot
looking at just the right angle
I can see again my true love, my Odile
her small bodied, black-eyed, ivory skinned self
Odile, though she was never mine nor anybody’s.
She is married now, she has a child,
she looks just like everyone else.
There the vision ends, and I am left
with all that remains of my distilled dream
of Alphaville, all but emptied
by my desolate heart.
With some more editing, this can be a true gem
