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1984 (Synthwave)

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1984 (Synthwave)

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[Intro] [Pulse] It was a bright cold day in April And the clocks were striking thirteen Blue glow on a broken city A face in every shattered screen (Watching you) [Verse 1] Hallway smelt of boiled cabbage, old rag mats, cheap gin Victory Mansions breathing dust and discipline He turned his back to the telescreen’s eye In a little alcove where a thought could hide A red-backed book, a stolen page A real nib scratching through the static haze “April 4th, 1984” And the silence sounded like the start of war [Pre-Chorus] For the future, for the past For a world that maybe never comes back He wrote what burned beneath the lies “Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death” [Chorus] Big Brother is watching you Neon halo, iron blue WAR IS PEACE in the midnight glow FREEDOM IS SLAVERY, nowhere to go Hearts on mute, but the signal bleeds through In the age of doublethink, what is true? If there is hope, if there is hope It lies in the proles, in the dark below [Verse 2] Two Minutes Hate and the speakers screamed Goldstein flickered like a fever dream Then a dark-haired girl with a sidelong flame Passed him in the corridors and knew his name “I love you” folded in his hand Like contraband from another land Under chestnut trees and summer skies She threw off the Party with one clean strike [Pre-Chorus] No banners, no hymns, no holy vows Just breath and skin and a hidden house In a room with no telescreen They made rebellion look like a dream [Chorus] Big Brother is watching you But we found a place he couldn’t move through A glass paperweight, a private room A coral heart in the empire’s tomb We are the dead, the whisper knew Yet the world turned gold when I touched you If there is hope, if there is hope It lies in the proles, in the song they croon [Instrumental] [Analog Solo] [Build] [Verse 3] Then the picture cracked and the voice came cold “You are the dead” from behind the wall Black uniforms, iron boots in line And love was dragged down out of time Ministry lights with no night, no dawn O’Brien smiling while the self was torn “How many fingers?” four, then five Till the truth went dim just to stay alive [Bridge] Who controls the past controls the future Who controls the present controls the past He learned the script, he learned the fracture How to make a human shadow last But pain has a room and a number too And every soul has a final bruise When the cage came close and the terror grew He broke on the word he could not refuse [Whisper] Do it to Julia Do it to Julia Not me Julia Not me [Chorus] Big Brother is watching you And he got inside what the steel couldn’t do Burned out love till the mask fit right Turned the heart to a ministry light Under the spreading chestnut bough “I sold you and you sold me” now If there is hope, if there is hope It died in the moment he gave it up [Outro] A ray of sun on the dusty board White always mates, just like before Gin on his lips, no tears left to prove Only a face on the wall that moved Oceania hums in a blood-red hue The last thing left was the oldest truth Not the diary, not the girl, not the gun He loved Big Brother He loved Big Brother He loved Big Brother And the victory was done