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High-rise buildings Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers' clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 6 p.m. whistle Next the inner city Smiling grimey faces Tea at the local pub Low-cut dresses High-spirited workers Sizzling neon-lights, click on This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city 2 a.m. binge Low-life slagheap Used up and burnt out Like a kick in the teeth Ramble, shamble on home Grime back in harness Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines of the city
Submitted by The Void — Nov 08, 2025
Broken frames Shattered glass Like a monochrome film The replaceable background Flickers and dissolves Out of control There’s no sense, it’s all Volta, Ampère and Ohm Earth to Moon, it’s the same as London-Rome Out of focus, blurred image As solid as a liquid monument A second of life The time-frame of '69 Technology, machinery, humanity It's all the same There’s no sense, it’s all Volta, Ampère and Ohm Earth to Moon, it’s the same as London-Rome Time and age, what’s the difference Based upon the same reference Touch-and-go, who's to know the random order Contorted, distorted it doesn't make any sense at all A fragment, a segment - bits and pieces, bits and Hz Angular, circular It’s all the same There’s no sense, it’s all Volta, Ampère and Ohm Earth to Moon, it’s the same as London-Rome
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 08, 2025
I synthesise and press a lighted key Turn it on, compose a melody Redo from start, I need more rhythm 1 and 4 was for the Commodore A catchy beat, I put it on repeat I program more, but still it's incomplete Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch? I won't give up until I tap my feet. I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time Computer music is just like oxygen Try and fail, again, again, again I need the recipe for the perfect melody I add more tracks, run out of DSP Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix Dadaistic, nothing too profound Electric music resounding all around I'm gonna make a perfect line Gonna make it stick to your mind I won't give up that magic rhyme Got to hear it just one more time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 08, 2025
Mobile phones Commuter trains The Terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway The next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute Take the Tube Take the M25 There's traffic jam all around Double-decker A fare to Chequers To tell about my points of view Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute Public transport No need for comfort It's all so and so, touch-and-go Pass a train wreck Call the tube-tech I'll make it to work some other day White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban robot Standby, I'm on a trip with you Standby, I thought it lasted through Standby, I'm on a trip with you It's more fun to commute He pulls She pushed I read the papers in the transit lounge I dial the number Now I'm certain I'll make it home some other day
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 08, 2025
Electric broadcast The new transmission waves Turn the dial Transistor radio The deadpan voice I want to hear Recieve the news Recieve the tunes We've tuned in to the ether melody It's bright and clear and full of energy Music won't stop Electro pop Commercial workshop I want your time, I need your time to make a rhyme On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Antennae beaming sound, news and speech Marconi's words 'Let it be so' Apparatus signal it out Information Communication We're in the building of the wireless voice Static morse Radar, television The interference Incoherence Scrambled signals I want your waves Spectral sound Tune in, tune out On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me Radio for you and me The airwaves are fully free Radio for you and me Oscillating energy On the radio now Ether melody news For you and me
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 08, 2025
Head crash - I can't see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't you follow me? Street brash - time flies, tick-tock Eyes flash - feels like electroshock I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away I know this marks the end of my hey-day Why don't you follow me?
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 08, 2025
Here we are We stand in line One more time today There is no sense The cigarette in hand It's all gone bad No name, privilege, no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future We were waiting for something We were listening to the heartbeats It could take us It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future This is no age for us It seems we're out of class We are fragile Like statues made of sand We've seen it all before And it seems like a mirror of our future
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 08, 2025
Car-crash and an elevator Make you someone else Never try yourself Restore you Tick-tock clock and teddy boys Bop 'till you're fagged out Open windows shout She wore me, she wore you Walk these streets She's concrete Reverie All is free Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac Seesaw heartbeat, she is back Windscreen eyes are black and blue She saw you The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due They want to see you You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous Adore you Walk these streets She's concrete Reverie All is free
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 08, 2025
Гагарина, Терешковой, Леонова Лайка, Белки и Стрелки Space age pioneers Exploring the outer spheres Stars, planets, cosmos Sterne, Planeten, Kosmos Космос Гагарина, Терешковой, Леонова Лайка, Белки и Стрелки
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 08, 2025
Broken bottles, and a broken nose No reason not to lounge in a pose I could stand in shade light and laugh at you You were wrong - it's happened to you too This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain 'Shove you around?', now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'Who are you?' Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street Get into the car with its vinyl seats This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain 'Shove you around?', now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'who are you?' This is not the new man 'who are you?' This is not the new man This is not love.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 08, 2025