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New Albion 5 (A1 S2)

๐Ÿ‘ค Paul Shapera โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The New Albion Radio Hour: A Dieselpunk Opera โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:09
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โฑ๏ธ 3:09 duration
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Welcome back listeners to tonight's broadcast

For close to ten years a civil war has raged across New Albion
It is only with the Battle of Crier's Blvd that at last, a victor emerges
But how was this battle truly won and lost?
Join me, your host Lloyd Allen and The Dieselpunk Orchestra as we take a tour through our dear city
Explore the events surrounding the Battle of Crier's Blvd
And meet tonight's featured family: The O'briens!
Here on The New Albion Radio Hour!

There's a city I could name, which I'm sad to say became
A quite uptight, oppressive, and obsessive police state
And ex-soldier one day vowed to bring the martial regime down
By igniting revolution, but the question remained how

One night at half-past three, he quietly snuck beneath
Parliament, the seat of power where government meets
In the water there that ran, a truth serum he did plant
And that is how New Albion's civil war began

The revolution, friends, is here and it's been going on for years
The undertakers and arms dealers all have crystal chandeliers
There's a union now for spies who can be bought for any side
Their boss, the cigarette girl works the Rumba Club most nights

In Districts three and four and one, there's a red-haired lad who runs
The gangs of orphaned, feral youth who under his watch have become
Organized, disciplined and for liquor, drugs, and contraband
The mob and postal service use them to deliver 'cross the land

The power generators 'neath Districts seven, eight, and three
Excrete a dust, a sandy rust it's been discovered lead
To quite a pleasing, dreamy high, thus it's the new drug on the rise
But only three albinos living underground know where it lies

A tinker we all know, with a shop on Tin Pan Row
Makes little metal fairies whose souls' a flake of snow
The government's last great big hope, the Super Soldier Plan you know
We'll be looking at more closely, friends, so stay tuned to the show

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:02.35] Welcome back listeners to tonight's broadcast
[00:05.51] For close to ten years a civil war has raged across New Albion
[00:09.41] It is only with the Battle of Crier's Blvd that at last, a victor emerges
[00:14.41] But how was this battle truly won and lost?
[00:17.03] Join me, your host Lloyd Allen and The Dieselpunk Orchestra as we take a tour through our dear city
[00:23.83] Explore the events surrounding the Battle of Crier's Blvd
[00:26.40] And meet tonight's featured family: The O'briens!
[00:29.38] Here on The New Albion Radio Hour!
[00:45.78] There's a city I could name, which I'm sad to say became
[00:48.85] A quite uptight, oppressive, and obsessive police state
[00:52.50] And ex-soldier one day vowed to bring the martial regime down
[00:55.94] By igniting revolution, but the question remained how
[00:59.55] One night at half-past three, he quietly snuck beneath
[01:03.17] Parliament, the seat of power where government meets
[01:06.39] In the water there that ran, a truth serum he did plant
[01:09.79] And that is how New Albion's civil war began
[01:26.71] The revolution, friends, is here and it's been going on for years
[01:30.40] The undertakers and arms dealers all have crystal chandeliers
[01:33.86] There's a union now for spies who can be bought for any side
[01:37.54] Their boss, the cigarette girl works the Rumba Club most nights
[01:40.59] In Districts three and four and one, there's a red-haired lad who runs
[01:43.90] The gangs of orphaned, feral youth who under his watch have become
[01:47.43] Organized, disciplined and for liquor, drugs, and contraband
[01:50.90] The mob and postal service use them to deliver 'cross the land
[02:07.76] The power generators 'neath Districts seven, eight, and three
[02:11.50] Excrete a dust, a sandy rust it's been discovered lead
[02:14.78] To quite a pleasing, dreamy high, thus it's the new drug on the rise
[02:18.19] But only three albinos living underground know where it lies
[02:21.74] A tinker we all know, with a shop on Tin Pan Row
[02:25.41] Makes little metal fairies whose souls' a flake of snow
[02:28.51] The government's last great big hope, the Super Soldier Plan you know
[02:31.80] We'll be looking at more closely, friends, so stay tuned to the show
[02:50.61]

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