The Frondeurs - The Golden Age Of Ballooning

Tranquil my mind
Poised rigidity
Russet a tainted shirt
Oh, a shirt
I have no time
My dead-staring eyes
Might be the end of me
Oh, of me (yeah, yeah)
Slept through days while behind their lines
Soaring the clouds
Found a way to dispel the fear
Drips down my chin
Mind is blank as hours pass me by
Fawning a scene of death
Hope for mankind
And they'll watch
Watch it all come down
Brazen, crass their kind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Right across from the deck
There's a spot where it fits
So it's designed
As I seek to pretend
That I'm like one of them
All this time
I shall do what I must
In this place of disgust
Can't turn back
It's my contribution
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Written by:
Alexander Brandwein

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