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forecast fascist future (live in norfolk, va 2006) - of montreal lyrics

okay!

the language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
in view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
and incite the firmament’s portrait of a drowning in styx that gives impotents kicks

boredom murders the heart of our age
while sanguinary creeps take the stage…
boredom strangles the life from the printed page

masking vapor trails from mercury for a k!ller on umbria
who crippled birch mares, now briars replace their old cotton limbs
who will tell? i mean, would it make a difference?
look, metal flower*petal tears do not even appear in the myopic mirror

boredom murders the heart of our age
while sanguinary troops take the stage…
boredom strangles the life from the printed page

the moon was sagging in the sky as i held her face to mine
all our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the myopic mirror
we were darting from the place where we just couldn’t fit
far away from all the violence, safely flying in our own orbit

why do i always have to tell you ** forget about the prescient signs, forget about the life we knew
may we never be stripped of anything we love, may we grow so gentle, never go mental
may we never go, go mental…
may we always stay, stay gentle…
may we never go, go mental…
may we always stay, stay gentle…
may we never go, go mental…
may we always stay, stay gentle…
may we never go, go mental…
may we always stay, stay gentle…
gentle, gentle

boredom murders the heart of our age
while sanguinary creeps have the stage…
boredom strangles the life from the printed page
what was my number? what was my number? i don’t care!

thank you guys so much, do i seem butched to you? cool, i’m going for the butch look tonight

oh, so sweet and full of fog, oh you’re so sweet and full of fog
you guys like brian’s mask, it’s chippy!
so chippy, oh so chippy!
that’s what his soul looks like
he went to a mystic and the mystic drew a sketch, and then the sketch artist drew the crime, and the crime was committed
and here we go

- of montreal lyrics

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