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Them Babylon Blues (cabin remix)

We used to be hairy and sweaty and burly
But Babylon grabbed us by the short and curlies
Now we’re all smooth and perfumed and compliant

We used to be wet and fecund and rude
But Babylon’s sweet and easy food
Has left us parched and sterile and reliant

We used to know our true size and our true worth
But Babylon weighed us all at birth
Now we’re branded with facts and figures

We used to look directly into our enemy’s eyes
But Babylon taught us how to hide
Behind pulleys and levers and triggers

We used to tell stories that never ever ended
But Babylon was mortally offended
Now we’re benumbed by the crass and fantastic

We used to honour both cock and cunt
But Babylon feared the vulgar hunt
Now our meat comes wrapped in plastic

We used to see visions in the flames of the flickering fire
But Babylon stole our burning desires
Now we watch a dimly-lit box

We used to stride across hills and mountains and streams
But Babylon enclosed our common dreams
Now we fiddle with keys and locks

We used to feel the earth’s rhythms thrumming through our naked feet
But Babylon made us walk its jagged streets
Till we silenced our soles with shoes

We used to dance through the night as a tribe
But Babylon scattered us far and wide
Now we just sing them Babylon blues

Them Babylon blues
Them Babylon blues
We just sing them Babylon blues

Them Babylon blues
Them Babylon blues
Sing them Babylon blues



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