"21st Century (Short Version)" genre: Europop
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	CD: 21st Century   Label: 21st Century Label: Dingbat Production Co. Credits: Produced by Dave Delacroix and Geoff Gillette
	Story Behind the Song A story about our lives as we approach the 21st Century. The 21st Century CD is a Rock-&-Roll anthology of the 20th Century. Lyrics The season of our discontent Is here, and now, you fear, Like a faint alarm Or a mariners' yarn I beg you lend an ear. Its all been told The story's old Twisted round your years; The author of just how you looked, Your lives, your deeds, Your tears. For all the changes still ahead, Poetic judgment to be bled; Whether you starved, Or got whether you got well fed? Cause there ain't nothing Left to hide, Your century is open wide, How God decides! 21st Century... So counting the hours, Your silicon flowers, Or brailling it blind With zodiac signs, An inter-net lie, An information super highway! To the window open That's all in your head, The government's abstract, The kids got fed, And lastly, but sad, Your parents are dead... Will the party be the same? Do we have to do it all again? Who was to blame? 21st Century? Whilst the sun, faithful and shine, A universe, forever sublime; As you're dragged, Screaming and kicking, Into the 21st Century... Celestial calls, And this month, you're 'late' Though you haven't seen no-one, An immaculate fate; Three kings in the hall, A star on your door, A halo round your head; And all of these songs, The rights and the wrongs, The live and the dead, Is nothing fantastic, Just seasonal beds; You lie in what you make...? Such dreams, sustained, I cant be led; In sinew, soul, to be, is dead! Got my mom on the line Through a girl with a crystal ball. And what I believe Ain't worth a bean, Intelligence thieves Abound on the street, And yet I will scream, 21st Century! Its almost over And you cant give it up, Your boyfriend's a rat And your business got fucked; Some Jehovah at the door Telling you there's always more, Allors! Viva! Baby! You hit him with the state curfew Giving nodding sanctions To the Blues; Our full moon, come too soon, 21st Century. For all the changes still ahead Poetic judgment to be bled, Whether you starved Or whether you got well fed...? Cause there ain't nothing left to hide, Your century is open wide; How God decides; 21st Century...

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