The Scent of Power

Album cover art for "The Scent of Power" by Augie March

Augie March - Pop

The Scent of Power

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Lyrics

When the leader of the free lunch Had the poet of the profit gospel With the captain of the cardboard box And the lady of the rapine harvest And the son of the actual satan With his princess of the people's underwear Did you wonder at the smell in the air? I wondered at the smell in the air Powder, sweat, decay, underneath the grassy Tom Ford And the Washington cat spray The sky was blue in that DC way - The kind of bluе that Miles would never play - A light breezе roofied both our flags for a dance You must've got all kinds of dizzy in your pants… With the paunchy civil war dress up bullshit pageantry Did you think 'what the fuck is this thing standing next to me?' Or did you fully get lost in that circus Picturing the picture taking pride in your rumpus room? What a spread they did lay, such a table! So many smells to discern were you able : Vegemite, party pies Coon blocks and crackers And the barest faint whiff of the Engadine…

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Writers
  • Glenn Richards