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Svengali
Rap
Looking back in
time,
a kind of melancholy feels just
fine.
Not only the environment is in
shreds
but also what's lodged in the
heads.
A
rundown
reveals the
fact
that grass wasn't
black,
oranges not
brown,
lemons not
purple,
and insights no
hurdle.
There is
confirmation
that
organisations
need
restorations
from the self-inflicted
farce
which
mars
their
reputation,
but you will get the
scars.
Gobbling up the stupid
drivel
from some stamping
official,
in spite of a clear
sight
on the
plight,
caressing the excess of the
mess,
indignant whenever there
lurks
a spanner in the
works.
------------------------------ Refrain
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Charlatans are selling
dreck.
There is a modern
standard
with a huge fun
yard.
The more you get, the less you
know,
in a theater without a
show.
Charlatans are selling
dreck.
Do not cut them any
slack.
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One
is defrauded
by the pomp
awarded.
A dark
hose
full of smoke and mirrors
forebodes
that the future gets
marauded.
No skills are really
necessary,
merely the punctual money
ferry,
without
suspense
waiting for the upgrades
to commence.
Brainwashed by the
score
until outrage is no
more,
and self-deceit goes happily
ashore.
Once the
currency has eroded,
you face
inflation,
and the costs are
loaded
on the generation from the
generation
which could know everything but
doesn't know a
bit,
devours every
shit.
The franchise is
established;
who didn't team up has
vanished.
As a soft act to
follow,
the status symbol is both round and
hollow.
------------------------------ Refrain
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Charlatans are selling
dreck.
There is a modern
standard
with a huge fun
yard.
The more you get, the less you
know,
in a theater without a
show.
Charlatans are selling
dreck.
Do not cut them any
slack.
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The con-men's turpitude is way too
sick,
while the consumers' attitude is much too
lethargic
to defend themselves and
educate
and remove the chaff from their
estate.
Unchained from the
constraint
of
expertise,
hot for promotion
frequencies,
adore the
charade
of the tinsel
parade.
Loyal to lobbyists of the
guilds
which set up shop in vanity fields.
When they deny
essentials
and corral
potentials,
it
makes
tigers to pussycats and eagles to
sparrows,
mountains to hills and oceans to
rills
and gardens to
landfills.
Satire from the past is the reality of
today,
and the indifferent pack has embraced without
delay
that the seed of arbitrariness will
tomorrow
bring in a harvest of horror and
sorrow.
------------------------------ Refrain
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Charlatans are selling
dreck.
There is a modern
standard
with a huge fun
yard.
The more you get, the less you
know,
in a theater without a
show.
Charlatans are selling
dreck.
Do not cut them any
slack.
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The packagings are still the
same,
but content had to
wane,
and the obedient
controllers
ennoble the
squalors.
The stuff in the
profile
is indeed no matter of
style.
What's labeled kangaroo
contains a
Labrador,
and when it makes
moo
no one cares
anymore.
If the conductors are failing
purposely,
the orchestra should ask
decidedly:
What now ?
What to
do ?
It does always
pay
to call it a
day
and walk
away.
Embark on a
journey,
the path is the
goal,
but don't forget the
goal,
towards bright
pastures,
away from bogus
masters
and their phoney
phrases,
finding new magic in fresh
oases.
------------------------------ Refrain
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Charlatans are selling
dreck.
There is a modern
standard
with a huge fun
yard.
The more you get, the less you
know,
in a theater without a
show.
Charlatans are selling
dreck.
Do not cut them any
slack.
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