The Dead Flag Blues

'Godspeed You Black Emporer' are a post rock band that hail from Quebec. I cannot describe how nang this band are. They make instrumental tunes (most of the time) but occasionally smack some lyrics into the core of their existentialisms. The passage below is taken from the opening track of their second studio release 'F♯A♯∞'. If anyone can find a passage of words that are doper than this then I would very much like to hear/read/think and see them NOW!!!!!!!!!!


The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death

i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood

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