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The singer has a phantasmagorical dream involving a futuristic opera, vultures, assorted debris, and a "fat" lady who may or may not sing, late in the opera. The music is fittingly foreboding, and rather unique. Perfect for Post-Apocalyptic Radio, TV, and Film. Keywords: Dystopian cautionary nightmare Goth ominous wasteland diseased cataclysm Dead Can Dance, Jim Morrison, The Walking Dead, parallel minor chords, dark imagery, Terje Rypdal, The Road
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The singer has a phantasmagorical dream involving a futuristic opera, vultures, assorted debris, and a "fat" lady who may or may not sing, late in the opera. The music is fittingly foreboding, and rather unique. Perfect for Post-Apocalyptic Radio, TV, and Film. Male Vocals, Indie Rock, Alt Rock
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Lyrics:
The Opera's Never Over
(Lyrics by William L Cooper)
Somewhere west of midnight
I woke up in a dream
Front row at an opera
Like none I’d ever seen
On stage were broken bottles
A rusty old car door
A flock of seagulls pecking
On a rotten apple core
Adam’s garden lay in shambles
The wilderness ablaze
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green
A spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings
Was dirty baby diapers
Scattered on the ground
Soaking up raw sewage
From a ransacked backwoods town
Evil clouds were rising
From a distant factory
To feed an acid river
And suffocate the sea
Adam’s garden lay in shambles
The wilderness ablaze
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green
A spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings
The sky gave way to vultures
Circling over oyster bay
Oil slick on the beaches
And a red tide on it's way
I rolled over in my dream
Tried my best to scream
But the opera's never over ‘til the Fat Lady sings
Adam’s garden lay in shambles
The wilderness ablaze
Mother nature shackled like a slave
Here and there a patch of green
A spot or two pristine
But the opera's never over ‘til the fat lady sings