○○○ Bastille ⪢⪢
The wands of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille and through the streets of Paris runs a sense of the unreal.
The Kings have all departed.
Their servants are no where.
ed out their mansions in the name of Robespierre. #song
○○○ Bonaparte ⪢⪢
Inside the midnight councils, the lamps are burn
ing low on you sit and talk all through the night but there's just no place to go.
And Bonaparte is coming with his army from the south.
Marat, your days are numbered and we live hand to mouth. #song