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Janitor of Nightmare City

Written By: David Jank

THE JANITOR OF NIGHTMARE CITY

I woke up in nightmare city
my clothes had turned to flesh
lined up on the city streets
were countless high-school desk

No-one knew how they got there
but the megaphone soon explained
Today we sit the test to see
who goes and who remains

The crowd fell silent, dropped their eyes, fell quickly into place
I stood still shot through with horror
shock cracked my stone cold face

then the megaphone said....

"Hey you, standing looking stupid
you've gone and got yourself the Janitors job,
You'll be mopping up the dreams as we crush them
thrown kicking and screaming into the cogs."

They gave me a suit of denim blue
on it printed was my name
on the papers on the desks before everyone printed was the same.

Put my cap on my head grabbed my rags, put my hand upon the mop,
by the time I'd punched my card the infernal pencil scratching stopped.

Turned back to the street, double take
everyone had gone to sleep
as it began to happen I
felt my knees go weak

....

The dreams were born along the lines
started there to dance
like soldiers on machine gun beach
they never stood a chance

The machines were thinner to fit the rows, still like something from a farm
each equipped with a churning cog
and a robot arm

On a river of sweat the hours passed
into days and then to years
my hands grew thick with calouses their
backs stained with my tears

"I cant even speak of what I saw then,
only that there was much work to do,
the remains of the dreams as they were pulped and rendered
came out a sticky kind of blue."

The world awash with broken dreams I felt my back grow weary
through heavy lids upon my eyes
I no longer could see clearly

For all that I'd seen I refused to rest
not even for an hour
too great a risk if sleep should come
that my mind may flower

So tirelessly I toiled
important heads did turn
Keep it my boy they said
great riches you will earn

spoken section;

...lo and behold before long I was promoted and I became the assistant to the deputy of sanitary operations commission of NMC....and I traded my denim blue for Italian wool, with a pinstripe...

...six months later I was promoted once more, this time to the publicity coordinator for the office of miscellaneous pest eradication and chewing gum removal syndicate...

...they gave me my own office and secretary, coffee machine, which came in handy because although I had a great job, a nice apartment with a commanding view, was lucky with the ladies, wore Italian loafers at all times, I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep...

...and as I rose through the ranks and the office floors I became more and more tired, started hallucinating....

...my hair in the mirror looked like worms, I saw crows flying through my office in the afternoon, I became the chief of police...

OUTRO
"I had not slept a wink in a decade
afraid to let my dreams out of my head
by the time I was promoted to Mayor
I felt like I was walking dead."

One day at the top floor of the building that I worked
I lay my head down upon the desk

Felt my mind go quiet heard the rumbling of machines,
to late, I had begun to dream.

Janitor of Nightmare City

Written By: David Jank

THE JANITOR OF NIGHTMARE CITY

I woke up in nightmare city
my clothes had turned to flesh
lined up on the city streets
were countless high-school desks

No-one knew how they got there
but the megaphone soon explained
Today we sit the test to see
who goes and who remains

The crowd fell silent, dropped their eyes
fell quickly into place
I stood still shot through with horror
shock cracked my stone cold face

then the megaphone said....

"Hey you, standing looking stupid
you've gone and got yourself the Janitors job
You'll be mopping up the dreams as we crush them
thrown kicking and screaming into the cogs."

They gave me a suit of denim blue
on it printed was my name
on the papers on the desks before everyone
printed was the same

Put my cap on my head grabbed my rags
put my hand upon the mop,
by the time I'd punched my card the infernal
pencil scratching stopped

Turned back to the street, double take
everyone had gone to sleep
as it began to happen I
felt my knees go weak

....

The dreams were born along the lines
started there to dance
like soldiers on machine gun beach
they never stood a chance

The machines were thinner to fit the rows
still like something from a farm
each equipped with a churning cog
and a robot arm

On a river of sweat the hours passed
into days and then to years
my hands grew thick with calouses their
backs stained with my tears

"I cant even speak of what I saw then,
only that there was much work to do,
the remains of the dreams as they were pulped and rendered
came out a sticky kind of blue."

The world awash with broken dreams I
felt my back grow weary
through heavy lids upon my eyes
I no longer could see clearly

For all that I'd seen I refused to rest
not even for an hour
too great a risk if sleep should come
that my dreams may flower

So tirelessly I toiled
important heads did turn
"Keep it my boy they said
great riches you will earn"

spoken section;

...lo and behold before long I was promoted and I became the assistant to the deputy of sanitary operations commission of NMC....and I traded my denim blue for Italian wool, with a pinstripe...

...six months later I was promoted once more, this time to the publicity coordinator for the office of miscellaneous pest eradication and chewing gum removal syndicate...

...they gave me my own office and secretary, coffee machine, which came in handy because although I had a great job, a nice apartment with a commanding view, was lucky with the ladies, wore Italian loafers at all times, I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep...

...and as I rose through the ranks and the office floors I became more and more tired, started hallucinating....

...my hair in the mirror looked like worms, I saw crows flying through my office in the afternoon, I became the chief of police...

OUTRO
"I had not slept a wink in a decade
afraid to let my dreams out of my head
by the time I was promoted to Mayor
I felt like I was walking dead."

One day at the top floor of the building that I worked
I lay my head down upon the desk
Felt my mind go quiet heard the rumbling of machines,
too late, I had begun to dream.

Janitor of Nightmare City

Written By: David Jank aka Old Ropes

THE JANITOR OF NIGHTMARE CITY

I woke up in nightmare city
my clothes had turned to flesh
lined up on the city streets
were countless high-school desks

No-one knew how they got there
but the megaphone soon explained
Today we sit the test to see
who goes and who remains

The crowd fell silent, dropped their eyes, fell quickly into place
I stood still shot through with horror
shock cracked my stone cold face

CHORUS

then the megaphone said....

"Hey you, standing looking stupid
you've gone and got yourself the Janitors job
You'll be mopping up the dreams as we crush them
thrown kicking and screaming into the cogs."

They gave me a suit of denim blue
on it printed was my name
on the papers on the desks before everyone, printed was the same

Put my cap on my head grabbed my rags, put my hand upon the mop,
by the time I'd punched my card the infernal pencil scratching stopped

Turned back to the street, double take
everyone had gone to sleep
as it began to happen I
felt my knees go weak

....

The dreams were born along the lines
started there to dance
like soldiers on machine gun beach
they never stood a chance

The machines were thinner to fit the rows, still like something from a farm
each equipped with a churning cog
and a robot arm

On a river of sweat the hours passed
into days and then to years
my hands grew thick with calouses their, backs stained with my tears

CHORUS

"I cant even speak of what I saw then, only that there was much work to do,
the remains of the dreams as they were pulped and rendered
came out a sticky kind of blue."

The world awash with broken dreams, I felt my back grow weary
through heavy lids upon my eyes
I no longer could see clearly

For all that I'd seen I refused to rest
not even for an hour
too great a risk if sleep should come
that my dreams may flower

So tirelessly I toiled
important heads did turn
"Keep it my boy they said
great riches you will earn"

spoken section;

...lo and behold before long I was promoted and I became the assistant to the deputy of sanitary operations commission of NMC....and I traded my denim blue for Italian wool, charcoal grey with a pinstripe...

...six months later I was promoted once more, this time to the publicity coordinator for the office of miscellaneous pest eradication and chewing gum removal service...

...they gave me my own office and secretary, coffee machine, which came in handy because although I had a great job, a nice apartment with a commanding view, was lucky with the ladies, drove a very fast car, I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep...

...and as I rose through the ranks and the office floors I became more and more tired, started hallucinating....

...my hair in the mirror looked like worms, I saw crows flying through my office in the afternoon, I became the chief of police...

OUTRO
"I had not slept a wink in a decade
afraid to let my dreams out of my head,
by the time I was promoted to Mayor
I felt like I was walking dead."

One day at the top floor of the building that I worked
I lay my head down upon the desk
Felt my mind go quiet heard the rumbling of machines,
too late, I had begun to dream.

The Skin

Written By: David Jank aka Old Ropes


THE SKIN

When my horse died I was left standing beside a dead horse in the desert.
My shadow in the burning hour hid beneath me in the sand, it felt like
I was stranded on the face of the sun
thought that I was done for.
Drank my tears as the birds and flies circled me like madness.

Then a merciless wind came in and tore the clothes from my skin, I was naked.
To escape the heat I took my knife, flayed the hide and climbed inside.
Stayed beside my horse and drank the blood until the blood it dried, I ate of...
the flesh until it turned and the birds came down and sat quietly beside me.

CHORUS

I cried,

"Oh for one bullet left in my gun
A drop of water for my aching tongue
Why me why now?"
as everyone always says,
no one is ever ready for the end.

In my horses skin I started off walking to the horizon
but the weight in the wind it all became to much a load to bear, I fell to...
the sand and lay there awhile then opened my eyes and started crawling, with flat stones...
tied to my palms and knees against the furious heat below.

But with each tortured step I felt my mind being drawn out thin like gold wire.
At the dry pool of the third illusion I felt it simply snap, like a...
rush of wind no longer did I think the thoughts of a man,
turned my eyes to the burning sky and with my broken voice I cried.

CHORUS

"Oh, for the last bullet back in my gun," but in my horses head I had put that one.
Why? I cannot rightly say
I was aiming at paradise yesterday.

Days went by, skin grew tight in the baking hours of daylight.
It became like one with me I saw the land differently, I ate...
the grasses that I found out there in the time that I had come to bare
witness to.
Started to run in a brand new way in the moonlight hours I was
awake.

Then for the first time I felt my bulk, stamped the earth and left it with a giant leap.
Let out a madman's moan the sound that means the same to everyone and everything.
When the desert birds begin to sing I lay me down to dream about green grass,
or a river I had once drunk from or sleeping in the shade.

Sun went up, sun came down, snort of surprise I smelt me a town on the wind.
Shook the flies from my back, before long I was staring at the gates of the town.
Stood in the yards and wondered how the stench of this place could be so
paralyzing.
Found a trough of water there and drank to my hearts content.

OUTRO

I was drinking water when he put the rope around my neck,
stranger with the pistol at his side.
He put a bullet in the chamber, spun it and jumped on my back, kicked me in the ribs and said 'hi-ho.'

We rode into the desert down the path that I had come along, the riders spurs digging in my side.
As we left the town I remembered once before leaving it a stranger with a bullet in my gun.

I my gun...

The Skin

Written By: David Jank aka Old Ropes


THE SKIN

When my horse died I was left standing beside a dead horse in the desert.
My shadow in the burning hour hid beneath me in the sand, it felt like
I was stranded on the face of the sun
thought that I was done for.
Drank my tears as the birds and flies circled me like madness.

Then a merciless wind came in and tore the clothes from my skin, I was naked.
To escape the heat I took my knife, flayed the hide and climbed inside.
Stayed beside my horse and drank the blood until the blood it dried, I ate of...
the flesh until it turned and the birds came down and sat quietly beside me.

CHORUS

I cried,

"Oh for one bullet left in my gun
A drop of water for my aching tongue
Why me why now?"
as everyone always says,
no one is ever ready for the end.

In my horses skin I started off walking to the horizon
but the weight in the wind it all became to much a load to bear, I fell to...
the sand and lay there awhile then opened my eyes and started crawling, with flat stones...
tied to my palms and knees against the furious heat below.

But with each tortured step I felt my mind being drawn out thin like gold wire.
At the dry pool of the third illusion I felt it simply snap, like a...
rush of wind no longer did I think the thoughts of a man,
turned my eyes to the burning sky and with my broken voice I cried.

CHORUS

"Oh, for the last bullet back in my gun," but in my horses head I had put that one.
Why? I cannot rightly say
I was aiming at paradise yesterday.

Days went by, skin grew tight in the baking hours of daylight.
It became like one with me I saw the land differently, I ate...
the grasses that I found out there in the time that I had come to bare
witness to.
Started to run in a brand new way in the moonlight hours I was
awake.

Then for the first time I felt my bulk, stamped the earth and left it with a giant leap.
Let out a madman's moan the sound that means the same to everyone and everything.
When the desert birds begin to sing I lay me down to dream about green grass,
or a river I had once drunk from or sleeping in the shade.

Sun went up, sun came down, snort of surprise I smelt me a town on the wind.
Shook the flies from my back, before long I was staring at the gates of the town.
Stood in the yards and wondered how the stench of this place could be so
paralyzing.
Found a trough of water there and drank to my hearts content.

OUTRO

I was drinking water when he put the rope around my neck,
stranger with the pistol at his side.
He put a bullet in the chamber, spun it and jumped on my back, kicked me in the ribs and said 'hi-ho.'

We rode into the desert down the path that I had come along, the riders spurs digging in my side.
As we left the town I remembered once before leaving it a stranger with a bullet in my gun.

I my gun...

The Skin

Written By: David Jank aka Old Ropes


THE SKIN

When my horse died I was left standing beside a dead horse in the desert.
My shadow in the burning hour hid beneath me in the sand.
It felt like I was stranded on the face of the sun,
thought that I was done for.
Drank my tears as the birds and flies circled me like madness.

Then a merciless wind came in and tore the clothes from my skin...I was naked.
To escape the heat I took my knife, flayed the hide and climbed inside.
Stayed beside my horse and drank the blood until it dried...I ate of
the flesh until it turned and the birds came down and sat quietly beside me.

CHORUS

I cried,

"Oh for one bullet left in my gun,
A drop of water for my aching tongue.
Why me why now?" as everyone always says,
no one is ever ready for the end.

In my horses skin I started off walking to the horizon,
but the weight in the wind it all became to much a load to bear. I fell to...the sand and lay there awhile then opened my eyes and started crawling, with flat stones...
tied to my palms and knees against the furious heat below.

But with each tortured step I felt my mind being drawn out thin like gold wire.
At the dry pool of the third illusion I felt it simply snap, like a...
rush of wind no longer did I think the thoughts of a man.
turned my eyes to the burning sky and with my broken voice I cried.

CHORUS

"Oh, for the last bullet back in my gun," but in my horses head I had put that one.
Why? I cannot really say
I was aiming at paradise yesterday.

Days went by, skin grew tight in the baking hours of daylight.
It became like one with me I saw the land differently,
I ate the grasses that I found out there in the time that I had come to bare witness to.
Started to run in a brand new way in the moonlight hours I was
awake.

Then for the first time I felt my bulk, stamped the earth and left it with a giant leap.
Let out a madman's moan the sound that means the same to everyone and everything.
When the desert birds begin to sing I lay me down to dream about green grass,
or a river I had once drunk from or simply sleeping in the shade.

Sun went up, sun came down, snort of surprise I smelt me a town on the wind.
Shook the flies from my back, before long I was staring at the gates of the town.
Stood in the yards and wondered how the stench of this place could be so
paralyzing.
Found a trough of water there and drank to my hearts content.

OUTRO

I was drinking water when he put the rope around my neck, stranger with the pistol at his side.

He put a bullet in the chamber, spun it and jumped on my back, kicked me in the ribs and said 'hi-ho.'

We rode into the desert down the path that I had come along, the riders spurs digging in my side.

As we left the town I remembered once before leaving it, a stranger with a bullet in my gun.

In my gun...