Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦

Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.

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Worker's romance

Love is priceless. Rich and poor, black and white. A working-class romance, simplicity makes love so divine. The heart wants what it wants. A working class romance.

Poem number one

Black ball

Eight ball, what's your prediction? What do your sources say about my situation? Eight-ball, are you a magician? Eight balls? When did you become a fortune teller? When did you learn the answers? Oh, tell me about this ball of eight.

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Poem number of

Insane

You don't understand me, I don't give a shit about school. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I'm not like the others. They intimidate me. I can't talk to you, or him, or anyone. Crazy, crazy. Crazy. I'm not popular, I'm crazy.

Poem number three

Pressure for the cappuccino

In a velvety cafe, an incense house full of thoughts of poetry, the air mixed with the cigarette smoke. With every sip of my coffee, I didn't feel pressure for the cappuccino. All my senses were an absolute delight. Have you ever heard your heartbeat? Once you heard it, there would have been no pressure for the cappuccino. In the cafe, when you're not around, you're all I think about. There is no pressure for the cappuccino.

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Poem number four

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I have to get out of here

I have to get out of here. Nothing happens in this city. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have anything to do. I have to get out of here. I have to go. The complaints department closed a long time ago. I don't like to feel like I'm getting good at boredom. I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here.

Poem number five

Okay honey?

What can a girl do? Anything she wants. What can a girl be? We can be whatever we want to be. If you want to write a song, do it. Paint a picture, do it. Cure a disease, change the world, do it. Okay, honey. Okay, honey, okay, honey, you can do it, honey. The media has been telling girls all the time, as well as society, that all their value is based on serving men - fuck it, men are of no use to you. The thinking man knows it's true. Are you okay, honey? You almost never see successful women in music. All the other girls are in the audience and are groupies.

Poem number six

Cherry Kool-Aid

You drink as rich as a liquid lollipop.

Make me drink my cherry soda, my cherry Kool-Aid. Pink cotton candy with cherry Kool-Aid. I always said you were sweet. I know marijuana, but I don't know Molly. Willy bourbon and cherry ice cream are as sexy as cherry Kool-Aid.

Poem number seven

Landscape of society,

Talking to myself, being your own commentator about everything, about the things you see. Enjoying the landscape of society, observing the powerful fall in the powerful winter.

It got harder. The days were longer, and the journey continued, looking for a new change of scenery. Drink too much, drink not enough. Everyone needs a change, a scenario. I don't have to say anything in a song that means nothing, that's how the landscape has been all the time.

Poem number eight

Mind Trap

Mental trap: The doctor gives me medication to keep me or us fed, particularly our heads. Mom and Dad say I'm unstable. We all go to the doctor as a family so that you can lie about me and I can lie about you, and you medicate me again and again in your mind. Mental trap. I won't sit in the group with those who are as fucked up as me, if not more. Keeping your mind trapped is their business.

Scenery of Society was originally going to be an alternative album. Some of my favorite alternative bands are. One of my favorite alternative bands is The Cranberries. Scenery of Society is dedicated to the memory of the late great lead singer of The Cranberries.

False

False illusions of plastic, a holographic mirage. I don't know what I am. It could also be fake. I fell asleep, I woke up in a coma. False, false. What does it mean to be real? I don't know, no one knows, but everyone knows that we are fake. I'd rather be a robot. At least I know who and where I am to be fake.

I don't like my job

I don't like my job. I have clients all day telling me how to do my job. I don't like my job. I'm one step away from spitting on my food. I don't like my job. Ask me how was work, honey, how do you think it is? I don't like my job. Oh, I love my job. I would do it for free, no way, where have you been? I don't like my job.

And Lawndale

In Lawndale, a sleepy and tired hell, an image of the American dream is pushing down our throats. I can't find myself because I left. I'm here now, and I'll walk alone. If I could see James one more time, I would tell him that he is wrong. I'm very sorry, that's enough. Everything is made of plastic, I'm gone.

Dedicated to the Prince of Darkness Ozzy Osbourne