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various artists - glory lockets lyrics

pitter-patter patterns place the echoes in the hall
as glory paces contemplating letting go of all that palls
this draws an image of diminished interest and pride inside the walls
as the vibrancy of the music turns to silence until it calls
this tool useless, which only hammers and claws away
at the clambering face which attempts to cleanse with happy grace and gall
begins perusing the day when the tools of the trade on display rust and fall
they’ll be unable to maintain the cables that stable the fabled grin so tall
so it will shrivel and cripple the smile that was so strong
and make brittle the critter until it’s belittled and small
but the glory story isn’t already ready to bawl
it’s gonna defend against attempts to bend and condemn them
since it’s appalled at the structure, which fluctuates its hate and breaks
its 8-hour-a-day-b-lls
which he pockets like glory, which he locks, encased in lockets
incase it gets gory in brawls
glory rages in lockets, while they shovel violently
the “ore” from out of boredom and the “iron” out of irony
pace movements turn mute then mutate two-step
and mutilate military mockery rudeness to prove its prudence to the thrall
who’s peddling meddling blueprints that recruit unsettling untrue hints all
“medley of labor caters to neighbors of glory
and favors the poorly equipped ships that savor ambition haughty
sailors who happen to vision themselves later
in a captain position in health flavor”
like dafter masters aimed to play savior to these dream creators?
maybe that’s true of their work machine invention
but their crude intentions only turn attention to befriend the crew mentioned
if they shovel coal to the engine
either/or
more dimensions of pretentiousness are settled in glory’s enemy vessel’s kin
it never ends always ending in setting:
tasteless levels of disheveled facial placement on the faceless w
ho used to hate this but they since forgot what ancient p
ursuit of glory’s
name is and how to paint it’s components
break less 8 hour moments make for hatred amongst the owner’s
slaves, which the great grinch makes shifts for to, take away cinch grin
situation, and slay the playfulness and able ness to play to the fullest
so they’re left unheard, herded like cattle in cages
while farm owners cruelly cow-tip minimum wages
and glory rages in lockets while they shovel violently
the “ore” from out of boredom and the “iron” out of irony
we’re talking the irony found crowning only from the kingdom where all
peasants are taught to work until tomb in the worst case
since labor got them out of the womb in the first place
and that sad fact is half of them are at this with back splints
because they’re convinced hard work gets them active round table status
so they end up ending up nowhere
spending their lives digging their own deep grave moats
always, but never once digging to store what’ll float their knave boats
and these cyclic clock swallowing crock invested waters are iron glory and ore bare
so fittingly, you’ll find their life’s work summed up in “i.g.o. nowhere”
cause they’re all dying to make a living and oh yeah
they’re giving it all they got on the side to save up for a ride to the blacksmith
cause they got dusty lockets, etched on the back is the word “glory”
crafted during infrequent performed but oft’ thought of leisure minutes
with the delicacy of dream catcher creator treasure digits
and something ain’t right and they’ve gotta fix the matter
cause this locket’s rocking noise in this pitter patter pattern
and glory rages in lockets while they shovel violently
the “ore” from out of boredom and the “iron” out of irony

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