Swinging at the Hypnodrome

Swinging Shadows: Unveiling the Hypnodrome's Dark Dance
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Lyrics

The doors are seldom open

The entrance is rarely accessible.

The air tastes like a bag of shrouds

The atmosphere is unpleasant, reminiscent of a bundle of burial cloths.

Underfoot adhesive

The ground is sticky.

Four days free of sleep, unbowed

Having gone without sleep for four days but still undefeated.


The throb is on

An intense sensation or beat begins.

and the fear is gone

Fear dissipates.

the band is playing your song

A musical band is performing the listener's preferred song.

The greyhair throng

An older crowd, possibly reflecting experience, is present.

they sing along

They join in singing.

Stand where the wall can hold you

Stay close to the protective wall.


Can't come home from the Hypnodrome

Leaving the place called the Hypnodrome is challenging.

Nostalgia guy, swingin' high

A person characterized by nostalgia, swinging high.

Stands alone at the Hypnodrome

Stands isolated at the Hypnodrome.

Hides in cadaver disguise

Concealed in an outfit resembling a corpse.


The bar's refusing service

The bar declines to serve.

so lie down on that brace of chairs

Lie down on a pair of chairs.


The throb goes on

The intense sensation continues.

but the guilt's too strong

Feelings of guilt are overwhelming despite the ongoing beat.

denied and shunned

Rejected and avoided due to one's actions.

cos of what you've done

Consequences of past deeds.

The living's freeform from now on

Life becomes unrestricted and unstructured.

The band keeps playing your song

The band persistently plays the listener's song.


Brace of chairs collapsing

A pair of chairs collapses.

Perfect evening comes up short

An anticipated enjoyable moment falls short.


Won't come home from the Hypnodrome

Returning from the Hypnodrome is not an option.

Nostalgia guy, tell them goodbye

The nostalgic individual bids farewell.

Fade alone in the Hypnodrome

Fades away in solitude within the Hypnodrome.

Up there where the mills used to grind

In a place reminiscent of where industrial mills used to operate.


Fade alone in the Hypnodrome

Fades away alone within the Hypnodrome.

where the punk rock oldies unwind

Where the punk rock classics are enjoyed by the older crowd.

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