Mark Lenover - The Recital
Stand up and give us a recital
Tell us of your psychotic fever dreams
Of sickness of the soul and survival
Tell us all about degeneracy
And thick pharmaceutical pollution
Tell us all about the blight you’ve seen
And your frantic struggle for a solution
Don’t forget to mention
The dragons at your back
The apocalyptic engines
That burn the blue sky black
Tell me all about the people you meet
When you’re paralyzed and idle
Smoke and drink a blend of vodka and bleach
And await the speckled serpent’s arrival
Raise a glass and tell us, how does it feel
To drown your pale and languishing virtues
You live in fiction, but your weakness is real
And what you don’t know can hurt you
Don’t forget to mention
The dragons at your back
The apocalyptic engines
That burn the blue sky black
Song Description:
edit soundcloudThe imagery of dragons at the singer's back and apocalyptic engines burning the sky black adds to the sense of impending doom and chaos. The listener is drawn into a world where reality and fiction blur together, where the line between sanity and madness is constantly shifting.
The song portrays a sense of isolation and desperation, as the singer recounts encounters with strange and unsettling characters while drowning their sorrows in a toxic mix of vodka and bleach. The vulnerability and raw emotion in the lyrics make "The Recital" a powerful and unsettling listen.
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Mark Lenover - The Recital
Give us a proper taste of lunacy Stand up and give us a recital Tell us of your psychotic fever dreams Of sickness of the soul and survival Tell us all about degeneracy And
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