Just Like Permanent Midnight - Maria Edwina Fujimoto

Off my upcoming recording "Marrickville Delta Indigo 9", (in other words welcome to my nightmare... Seeping up out of the St Peters basin, Australia's most industrially polluted, I present some emanations filtered via Dead West Darug Country (Blacktown) poltergeists like Anita Cobby for example. Lyrical Content:

Now you don't have to tell me
That it ain't no crime
Those Jerry Springer one-liners,
They sure do waste my time
And the secrets you never told me
And the destruction and disarray
Seems like it's uh pulling up behind you
You can't seem to get away...
Look's like it's here, to stay

It's just like television,
Out there these days
You push a button to get what you want,
Wherever you can...
Tell me more of what I don't need to know,
In a thousand different ways
You see theres only snakes and ladders,
But I can read between the lines
Signs, they're there

And when I'm wiping the blood
Off the knife you gave me
I'll think about you (x 2)

Just like a blind man in a darkened room,
looking for a black cat that isn't even there (x2)

Well I was born in a cardboard box, that shifts in time...
Dead popstars and takeout wrappers line my 21st century bin
You'll never guess just where I've been out with Anita Cobby's next of kin...
She was a Blacktown girl in a Blacktown whirl in a night as dark as sin...

And when I'm wiping the blood
Off the knife you gave me
I'll think about you (x 4)

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