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The Final Tour (lyrics)
I wrote this when I was living in Villa Franche around Summer 1993. I had a lot of fun with "Special effects" When recording it, for example, the "boiling mud" was me holding a microphone over my mouth as I "gurgled" slowly some pepsi, and other such "Analog" special effects. The recording is less than perfect on the then new Yamaha M2HB 4 track (with 6 input) recorder, but it was fun anyway, though darkly humorous.
The Final Tour
Welcome to a world
Where Evil rules
Piles of gold
and hills of jewels
The laugh of Satan
and the fires of Hell
can be bought
in a can
or found in a shell.
Hear the dragon's roar
and the breath of doom
no one can ignore
in any room
in any room.
The screams of ecstasy
mix with agony
and create a music
of haunting cacauphony
haunting syllogy
The trees provide no shade
from the unseen moon
and the heat of the fires
freezes to the bone
freezes to the bone.
On you left
are the lost souls
Those who died
with no accomplished goals
with no accomplished goals
On your right
in the boiling mud
are the people
who drew human blood
drew human blood
Before us you see
is the flaming pit
for thee.
The screams of ecstasy
mix with agony
and create a music
of haunting cacauphony
melancholy tranquility
clarity, lucidity
haunting syllogy
The Final Tour 1994 recording From the Muses of the Early Days album. (c) Hawke 1994-2006.
