The Mower - A.L. Lloyd



     
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The Mower Lyrics


Hell brawl, a landscape of the bones
Still filled with no remorse
Such pickings for the crow
Who dances on a throne?
The mover
Let perish be the world
The culling of the heard
And end is what we seek
Suspended disbelief
Abominations grief
The sea of evolution
Our world of destitution
No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit
Excruciating pain

Demoralized again
The wrecking has begun
The sickening undone
No light, no air, no light, no air, no exit
For witness had it's way
Death sentence comes today
So struggle at the brink
It's time to be extinct
Upon a broken back
Hear every bone go crack
A gutless withered flesh
Led forward on it's leash
Flat line in the abyss
Where nightmares reminisce
No air, no light, no exit
No air, no light, no exit
The confrontations rest
No air no light no exit
Flat line in the abyss
No air, no light, no exit
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Albert Lancaster Lloyd (29 February 1908- 29 September 1982), usually known as A. L. Lloyd or Bert Lloyd, was an English folk singer and collector of folk songs, and as such was a key figure in the folk music revival of the 1950s and 1960s. Lloyd recorded many albums of English folk music, most notably several albums of the Child Ballads with Ewan MacColl. He also published many books on folk music and related topics, including The Singing Englishman, Come All Ye Bold Miners, and Folk Song in England.

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