The Composer
Songs
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An Endless Stream of Painful Overlapping Voices
Constant Noise Torture
Crowds of Silhouettes
Happiness All Around
I Am Going Back in Now, Just in Time for the Early Hours
I Can Feel Their Mouths Moving but the Words Mean Nothing
It's Time to Go Out Now
People Speaking at One Another and Enjoying Themselves
Place of Safety
Royal T
The Dark and Cloudy Skies, Choked with Thick, Grey Smog
The Deserted Streets, the Uneven, Crack-ridden Pavement, the Rough and Greying Tarmac... Everybody Is at Home at This Hour
The Main Street, Lined with Run-down, Ugly and Bland Shops with Stone-smashed Front Windows, Empty Showcases Out at the Front of the Shop
The Neglected, Graffiti Covered Bus Stops Where the Electric Sign with the Bus Times on It Doesn't Work, the Long Faded Red Plastic Seat Squeaking Every Time Pressure Is Applied and the Plastic Screens in Front of the Posters Scratched to the Point Where You Can Barely See What's on the Other Side
The Purest Silence of the Night
The Sun Is So Bright
The Takeaways, Their Neon Signs Flashing the Message 'Come on In, We're Open', Complementing Their Faint Fluorescent-sounding Buzz
There Is No Light, Only Darkness
Turn on the Radio
indow-lined Floor of the Repulsively Brutalist Towers Completely Empty and Devoid of Any Activity
sic on the Record Has Finished Playing but the Record Is Still Spinning on the Record Player, Skipping Back Over and Over Again