The Dresden Dolls, Nine Inch Nails contraption that is Floral Schoppe can be summed up in one word. First letter F for fearless. The searing histrionic vocals, the Hunky Dory era piano and some nihilistic guitar riffs (By Danny Smartt a.k.a The Moral High Ground) set them apart from the usual fare that we’ve had in session. Come to think of it, we’ve had some pretty unusual fare of late. If you like your music dramatic and your live sessions to take you on a literal journey then this episode of Margo’s Living Room ought to be a right shocker. Oh, and the band thought you might wanna sing along to the tune so look below to see the awesome lyrics of ‘Queen’. Such power. Such a gift from your new found gods.
Floral Schoppe – ‘Queen’
Baby I’m the queen
The queen of empty words
A mask for hidden power
A cloak for the absurd
All the hoards of slaves
Freed through insurrection
Come hunting me in waves as I escape through my reflection
You’ve got time to think about your gods
Choose between them all
Just don’t become a cog in the machine
And put them up there with your dreams
And just think what you mean
When you say you want to be the best in all you claim to be
Just take it from me it’s one fool to another
Tt’s a miracle we’re even here to see
Let alone to catch a break for long enough to slit each other’s throats
I think I just got stuck
Escaping the attack
I know that they can’t get me here but now I can’t get back
The ceiling is collapsing
And all the freaks are staring
Got to stay in character but
I’m past caring they can’t catch me
I’ve got time to justify my gods
Lose myself to lust
And maybe be a cog in this machine
I find it’s all I want to be
Don’t take it from us
Take it from your fantasies and all you claim to be
Just take it from me it’s one fool to another it’s a miracle we’re even here to see
Let alone to catch a break for long enough to slit each other’s throats
Cos that’s the game we play the most.
With clothes soaked in blood of those I do not know
I take the deepest breath I can and head out to a show
Oh man I’m done with power
It’s stained my very soul
It’s called me to my grave
I’m haunted now I’m old
