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The Grand Parade Of Lifeless Packaging

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

Archive 1967-75, 1998
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, 1974

When all this revolution is over, he sits down on a
highly polished floor while his
dizziness fades away. It is an empty modern hallway
and the dreamdoll saleslady
sits at the reception desk. Without prompting she
goes into her rap: "This is the
Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, those you are
about to see are all in for
servicing, except for a small quantity of our new
product, in the second gallery.
It is all the stock required to cover the existing
arrangements of the enterprise.
Different batches are distributed to area operators,
and there are plenty of
opportunities for the large investor. They stretch from
the costly care-conditioned
to the most reasonable mal-nutritioned. We find here
that everyone's looks become
them. Except for the low market mal-nutritioned, each
is provided with a guarantee
for a successful birth and trouble free infancy. There is
however only a small
amount of variable choice potential - not too far from
the mean differential.
You see, the roof has predetermined the limits of
action of any group of packages,
but individuals may move off the path if their
diversions are counter-balanced by others."

"It's the last great adventure left to mankind"
- Screams a drooping lady
offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices,
and as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor.

for the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.

Got people stocked in every shade,
Must be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can recognise some of the production line,
No bite at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.

Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.
As he wanders along the line of packages, Rael
notices a familiarity in some of
their faces. He finally comes upon some of the
members of his old gang and worries
about his own safety. Running out through the factory
floor, he catches sight of
his brother John with a number 9 stamped on his
forehead.

The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time;
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.
Everyone's a sales representative
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brother John is No. 9.

it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.

The decor on the ceiling
has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will,
so I guess I have to pay,
pay my way,
for the Grand Parade...
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.

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