television - the revolution lyrics

(verlaine)
the bastard's tale.
a classic piece of literature,
if i ever heard one.

part 1:
a wicked, bitter pretence,
stumbling round,
no doubt,
blase
righteous.
remember now the year's
1412, or something.
as i searched amongst them
for a valuable gold piece.
not really,
no, not really.

the bastard's tale,
part 2:
now remember,
the year is 1714,
and we're enjoying our new inventions,
whatever those were.
such is the bastard's life,
without apology,
a cursed, pathetic boredom
altered by death alone.
death, a giant test,
transpired
july 30th 1914.
you should have seen us then,
coupled as we were,
a feverish embrace.
wow.