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Parody of “Tanglewood Tree”, words and music by Dave Carter
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Parody of “Tanglewood Tree” by Dave Carter
Inspired by Feed, Book 1 of the Newsflesh series by Mira Grant.
Blood is an uncontrolled feed,
An unkillable weed,
When the dead rise at dawn.
Host to a virus that thrives
When the body survives
And the human is gone.
Ex-loved ones in the tall grass with their arms open wide,
But those dead midnight eyes spell doom.
For blood gave them shambling walks.
Now they mindlessly stalk
For new flesh to consume.
Blood is an old rotten branch
And the cruel whim of chance
In a shadowy place.
Drawn by the fresh scent of meat,
And it prowls through the street
With your dead lover’s face.
Caught from comrades in the outdoors from the tears in their eyes,
Or a bite or a scratch will do.
Then blood is a light flashing red
And a shot to the head
When it flashes for you.
I’m walking in an empty city, but this street once had a name!
I’m questioning the lie that tells us things can never be the same!
I’m living since the Day of Rising, counting on the truth!
We rot away! We’re shut away!
We cut away from endless news of blood
To bring you
Fear of the horror turned real.
(Once horror, but now called the news.)
Of a cow in the field
(Wear armor near the cow if you choose.)
With her flesh growing cool.
(Dead cattle are pretty darn cool.)
(And zombie giraffes are feasting on)
Harsh when reacting to threats
(spilled intestines, which is actually sick!)
Like the euthanized pets
(Fresh zombies to poke with a stick!)
And the closed public schools.
(’Cause everyone knows puppies drool.)
(I’m going outside, so cover your eyes.)
Outside I need a license; my front door needs a cage.
(Outside I need a license; every front door needs a cage.)
We’re okay with this age of need.
(Need someone near, but I snore.)
There’s fear of the ideals of youth
(Young blood that’s bent on finding the proof)
And the spread of the truth
(Please replicate the spread of the truth)
Through an uncontrolled feed.
(Let the truth set you free.)