Forward to Bedlam

[Reflecting on the darker side of James Blunt 's meteoric rise to fame from a future perspective.]

Looking back it seems so obvious
As all the signs were there.
Sat there stripping on a glacier
With long dark greasy hair.

Singing love songs like 'You're Beautiful'
To some elusive girl.
When deep down all he sought to do
Was subjugate the world.

Well we all bought Back to Bedlam
Thinking what a fresh new voice.
Never realising this purchase
Would be our last through choice.

As his tunes became ubiquitous
A Blunt in every home.
The feeling grew much stronger
That our minds were not our own.

Seems he learned his trade in Kosovo
In scenes of disarray.
And decided on returning
There must be a better way.

So he started making music
With subliminal undertones
Designed to raise a loyal army
To appoint him to their throne.

When several singer-songwriters
Were gunned down in the street.
His gradual global brainwashing
Was finally complete.

Now he has the minds of millions
All humming to his whine.
Forced to do his evil bidding
Until the end of time.

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