Take On An Empty Mind

by Brompton's Cocktail

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released 01 December 2001

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tags: experimental progressive rock rock New York

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Track Name: Destroy New York
I can't wait to see the destruction of New York City. It's going up in flames. It's going under the waves. Washington Square can choke itself on a few more graves. Excessive tension turns me on as dissonance resolves into an epileptic's calm. They're trying to hide the fault lines where fault lies. The yellow rags will distract you. The subways will compact you into a cautionary tale for midwestern babes. Excessive tension turns me on as dissonance resolves into an epileptic's calm. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. This weight on you is much ado about nothing.

The cut worm forgives the plow.
Will you forgive when lizards, comets or the nukes abound?
Queensboro bridge is falling down.
Tear up your credit cards and sink into the row.

I am one of those sick people who'd cut off my nose to spite my face and do it with a smile. If you handed me the button, I couldn't resist the urge to bring the curtain crashing down. Excessive tension turns me on as dissonance resolves into an epileptic's calm. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. This weight on you is much ado about nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing left.