The Flood Made of Blood mixed fine with the Mud

The Flood Made of Blood mixed fine with the Mud

I hope you can get past the intentionally nauseating and disharmonious beginning… It’s about the merging of chaos and monotony in the final days!  This has been a novel thougth I’ve been kicking around lately… The song is pretty friendly starting around 1min 20 sec… pre-apocolypctic earthashakings… a trip to heaven… accidentally paving the highway to hell with gold… here are the lyrics… This is the F-ing quadrangle if I’ve ever heard it!

first the was a thunder clapping over
our heads as red rain come all falling down
the puddles formed and quickly changed to oceans
with whirlpools and waves where folks’ll drown
and then the tides… came surgin in
and scrapped the ground of everythin
they ebb and flow and swell and grow
and take the dust from out below
here there was a door for us to open
we did and saw it lead to higher ground
we followed stairs away from yonder ocean
and found a floatin dumptruck in the clouds
and it was full of of peoples souls
dumpin them all on down below
but it was stuck… on streets of gold
we popped the clutch and let it roll
we filled the cracks along the tracks
and paved them…
with golden asphalt workin on the roads
Saint Peter was our foreman and he shouted
who paved the highway to hell with our gold
then all at once we crashed the truck
he chased us off shoutin all at us
we had enough, of this heaven stuff
taking our chances, we choose to jump
we fell in depths of leaky souls a floatin
and swam to islands we found in the sea
and built a fort from pinecones and the notion
that goodness should be inside you and me
and we wrote some books… sold them to crooks
they stopped and took… a closer look
inside their gut, there is a flood
made of blood all mixed with mud

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