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