District of Amusement

by monksolo

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Spooky track about abandoned amusement parks and other creepy themes

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I hold your hand, as we walk... through the district of amusement,
we pass structures, on the ground tickets brochures... push wares of expired entertainment,
a Ferris wheel stands, deteriorating in September air, it's rusting tears of lament
we hasten all inside, refugees from a storm we hide, dark kiosk yields no assent,

I hold your hand, as we pass through darkened halls, our ghostly footfalls ring
and here are games on the wall, and a fortune-telling stall, a geni missing an earring,
we approach a curtained stage, where puppets once were animated, to entertain on strings
Amid ghostly noises, we can almost hear their voices, we can almost hear them as they sing...

We dance
like puppets on a string
in the desire of our lives
we are their playthings
we like to think we're free
but they run everything

I hold your hand, before a silent clown painted on the wall, his laughter seems to grow
His nose is gone, it was a light-bulb but now there's none, and now an empty socket glows.
And outside we hear the rain, it beats against the window panes, as we felt our hearts froze,
as we come full circuit, to the terrible secret, that no one else in the world knows...

We dance
like puppets on a string
in the desire of our lives
we are their playthings
we like to think we're free
but they run everything

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released September 11, 2015

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monksolo New York, New York

My music comes from a place where blues meets post-punk meets modern electronic instrumentation and electric guitar. I am always trying to push boundaries. A lot of my songs reward patience and unfold in interesting ways.

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