
The City: War March; El Duende Agonizante; Minstrel’s Lament Triumph
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[Part 1 - War March: 0:00 - 2:13]
[Instrumental]
[Part 2 - El Duende Agonizante: 2:13 - 4:00]
[Instrumental]
[Part 3 - Minstrel's Lament: 4:00 - 9:32]
[Verse 1]
I have watched in wonder as the colours turned to grey
I've seen the metal machines and the factory dreams
I just got to get away
I have grown accustomed to the drugs of power and steel
And the achin' in my head and the concrete bed
And the politician's velvet feel
[Verse 2]
I have learned to save my smile and use it like a knife
We've all learned to trust in profit and value profit over life
I have watched the skyline grow in defiance of the sun
We let it take us and we let it break us
Now the damage has been done
[Verse 3]
I have learned the language
Of the lost that walk the streets
And I'm the city's minstrel
Who knows all of her syncopated beats
I can recall when ambitions were small
And the music filled the air
But the minstrel's crying 'cause the music's dying
And the city's everywhere
It's everywhere
It's everywhere
[Instrumental]
[Part 2 - El Duende Agonizante: 2:13 - 4:00]
[Instrumental]
[Part 3 - Minstrel's Lament: 4:00 - 9:32]
[Verse 1]
I have watched in wonder as the colours turned to grey
I've seen the metal machines and the factory dreams
I just got to get away
I have grown accustomed to the drugs of power and steel
And the achin' in my head and the concrete bed
And the politician's velvet feel
[Verse 2]
I have learned to save my smile and use it like a knife
We've all learned to trust in profit and value profit over life
I have watched the skyline grow in defiance of the sun
We let it take us and we let it break us
Now the damage has been done
[Verse 3]
I have learned the language
Of the lost that walk the streets
And I'm the city's minstrel
Who knows all of her syncopated beats
I can recall when ambitions were small
And the music filled the air
But the minstrel's crying 'cause the music's dying
And the city's everywhere
It's everywhere
It's everywhere
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