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Temperamental Sawblades Video (MV)




Performed By: Mistwalker
Length: 2:53
Written by: Greg Sweetapple




Mistwalker - Temperamental Sawblades Lyrics




Rosedale, a most peaceful glen
Coastal, subtle, home to hard working men
A saw mill's presence on the green grass field
Where the lumberjacks felled the local weald
Trees chopped down to be made into lumber
Until one day came an uproarious thunder
A gas leak led to fire and flames
And an explosion rocked the glen so tame

Temperamental sawblades
Careening through the air
Barreling down towards the men
As they screamed in despair

A dangerous environment
Unsafe working conditions
Blood spilled in the fire
A deadly premonition

Devious destruction of metal and wood
Stone, steal, bone and flesh burning where the forest stood
Circular discs of serrated iron
Cursed to cut men in half in the heat of the fire
Blood spilled in the wake of human industry
Dedicated to the genocide of the trees
Got what was coming to them
Seems that we simple folk never learn from way back when

Temperamental sawblades
Careening through the air
Barreling down towards the men
As they screamed in despair

A dangerous environment
Unsafe working conditions
Blood spilled in the fire
A deadly premonition
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Rosedale, a most peaceful glen
Coastal, subtle, home to hard working men
A saw mill's presence on the green grass field
Where the lumberjacks felled the local weald
Trees chopped down to be made into lumber
Until one day came an uproarious thunder
A gas leak led to fire and flames
And an explosion rocked the glen so tame

Temperamental sawblades
Careening through the air
Barreling down towards the men
As they screamed in despair

A dangerous environment
Unsafe working conditions
Blood spilled in the fire
A deadly premonition

Devious destruction of metal and wood
Stone, steal, bone and flesh burning where the forest stood
Circular discs of serrated iron
Cursed to cut men in half in the heat of the fire
Blood spilled in the wake of human industry
Dedicated to the genocide of the trees
Got what was coming to them
Seems that we simple folk never learn from way back when

Temperamental sawblades
Careening through the air
Barreling down towards the men
As they screamed in despair

A dangerous environment
Unsafe working conditions
Blood spilled in the fire
A deadly premonition
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Writer: Greg Sweetapple
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