Tribute to Muse's Hullabaloo
A very experimental piece.
There are some muse lyrics there and so. I do not own these lyrics.
Feel free to bash this to the underground! Cheers!
A car.
I see a car.
A plain car?
I’ll just shrug that off.
Like it would be something important?
What else.
Blurriness.
Smothering blurriness.
Filling my lungs.
When did I start to breathe?
Deathly.
When has breathing become deathly?
Panic.
Throb - Throb.
Have to get to the car.
Panic.
Quick.
RUN!
Keys.
Where the fuck is my car key?
Wait…
When did this car become mine?
Never mind.
Key in.
Snap.
And so the door flies open.
Now force yourself in.
Hmm, wonderful.
Black leather, always been my favourite.
Black calms.
Emptiness calms.
And I wonder why the dashboard always has to be so damn modern.
Full of colours.
It’s like we wouldn’t get enough of them these days.
That poisonous green.
Thrilling purple.
Forcing red.
Swirling in my eyes.
Ugh, never mind that either,
I should get a grip of myself.
So…
Where was I going anyway?
Headache.
Thro-Throb.
Anyway.
Where to now?
There’s only one road to choose from.
I guess this choice is quite easy to make then.
And to get ready…
Left hand to 10 o’clock.
Right hand to 2 o’clock.
Been too long since I‘ve driven the last time.
Right foot to accelerator.
Ready.
Speed up.
Cra--crac--cracking.
Throb--thro--
And I throw up.
Mm, nice smell.
This road’s rather boring.
Should have picked another one.
But…
This road’s…
Shrinking.
It’s dwindling
Not again!
COLOURS!
Why
Won’t
You
JUST
Leave
Me
ALONE?
Cra-crac-cracking.
Sphere.
Another environment.
FUCK!
Cars!
Thousands.
Colours.
Crash.
Pain.
Punching through my lungs.
Splinters.
That thin
Sharp
Tapering
Solid.
Deflate.
Deflate my all.
Kiss my life.
Flash.
Light.
Cliff.
Feeling of falling.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Like rain.
Splash.
Delirium.
NO.
Euphoria.
Give life to my soul.
Breathe.
Inhale.
Dry sense.
Exhale.
All the matters are away.
And once.
Once I was touched by a lure.
I ought to be captivated with it.
Instead.
But a mistake.
I don’t leave quietly.
***
Your golden skies feed my role
In this forgotten space race under my control
Who's returned from the dead?
Who remains?
You wanted more than I was worth
You think I was scared yeah
And you needed proof
Who really cares anymore?
Who restrains?
I don't love you and I never did
I don't love you and I never will
--
Only in your dreams
Or it will become our reality.
There are some muse lyrics there and so. I do not own these lyrics.
Feel free to bash this to the underground! Cheers!
A car.
I see a car.
A plain car?
I’ll just shrug that off.
Like it would be something important?
What else.
Blurriness.
Smothering blurriness.
Filling my lungs.
When did I start to breathe?
Deathly.
When has breathing become deathly?
Panic.
Throb - Throb.
Have to get to the car.
Panic.
Quick.
RUN!
Keys.
Where the fuck is my car key?
Wait…
When did this car become mine?
Never mind.
Key in.
Snap.
And so the door flies open.
Now force yourself in.
Hmm, wonderful.
Black leather, always been my favourite.
Black calms.
Emptiness calms.
And I wonder why the dashboard always has to be so damn modern.
Full of colours.
It’s like we wouldn’t get enough of them these days.
That poisonous green.
Thrilling purple.
Forcing red.
Swirling in my eyes.
Ugh, never mind that either,
I should get a grip of myself.
So…
Where was I going anyway?
Headache.
Thro-Throb.
Anyway.
Where to now?
There’s only one road to choose from.
I guess this choice is quite easy to make then.
And to get ready…
Left hand to 10 o’clock.
Right hand to 2 o’clock.
Been too long since I‘ve driven the last time.
Right foot to accelerator.
Ready.
Speed up.
Cra--crac--cracking.
Throb--thro--
And I throw up.
Mm, nice smell.
This road’s rather boring.
Should have picked another one.
But…
This road’s…
Shrinking.
It’s dwindling
Not again!
COLOURS!
Why
Won’t
You
JUST
Leave
Me
ALONE?
Cra-crac-cracking.
Sphere.
Another environment.
FUCK!
Cars!
Thousands.
Colours.
Crash.
Pain.
Punching through my lungs.
Splinters.
That thin
Sharp
Tapering
Solid.
Deflate.
Deflate my all.
Kiss my life.
Flash.
Light.
Cliff.
Feeling of falling.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Like rain.
Splash.
Delirium.
NO.
Euphoria.
Give life to my soul.
Breathe.
Inhale.
Dry sense.
Exhale.
All the matters are away.
And once.
Once I was touched by a lure.
I ought to be captivated with it.
Instead.
But a mistake.
I don’t leave quietly.
***
Your golden skies feed my role
In this forgotten space race under my control
Who's returned from the dead?
Who remains?
You wanted more than I was worth
You think I was scared yeah
And you needed proof
Who really cares anymore?
Who restrains?
I don't love you and I never did
I don't love you and I never will
--
Only in your dreams
Or it will become our reality.