about
This track is a musical rendition of the 1984 film "Threads", in which a young couple from Sheffield, England are gifted with an unexpected pregnancy, shortly before a large-scale nuclear exchange erupts between the US and Soviet Union. The film follows the time period from the conception of the baby to 13 years after the blast. Multiple scientific advisors, including Carl Sagan, were consulted to make the consequences of the blasts as realistic as possible. The film played a significant role in souring public sentiment towards nuclear armament. It is regularly included in lists of "the most depressing films of all time", and should be watched once and never again.
Apologies to Seemanski, Spintunes 18's resident Sheffielder, for turning your town into an apocalyptic wasteland in my entry. Had events come to pass, my hometown would have been a strategic target too. But nobody made a film about a nuclear apocalypse in East TN.
lyrics
Pt 1: Jimmy and Ruth (161 bpm)
Well lemme tell you bout Ruthie and Jimmy her man
Getting busy by the cliffs in his four door sedan
Now it's a few weeks later and she's dropping the bomb
Jim, you'll be a daddy and I'll be the mom
Well the news lit him up like a mushroom cloud
Baby we'd better exchange some vows
We'll need a place to live, and a cradle too
Is it a boy or a girl? Too soon to have a clue
Well Ruthie and Jimmy were watching TV
And they saw some crazy news on the BBC
Now the Russkys and the Yanks were having a scuffle
And it was turning into a great big kerfluffle
The Yanks dropped bombs and the Russkys a nuke
Everybody's panicked, I'll admit I'm spooked
Don't worry bout a thing baby, let's go to bed
I hope we don't wake up to a...code red
Ruth and Jimmy's new place needs an overhaul
She's crying as she peels the old paint off the walls
Don't worry Ruthie baby it'll be okay
This'll all blow over, we'll see better days!
One! EMP Off over the north sea
Two! A bit closer at finningly
Run jimmy run jimmy run jimmy run jimmy run jimmy run!
Pt 2: Threnody for the Victims of Sheffield (free time)
[Instrumental]
Pt 3: Under A Cold Sky (110 bpm)
The wreckage of our nation
The stench of burnt flesh permeates the air
The cough of radiation sickness
We're here but we're barely there
We dine on roasted carrion
Sub zero temperatures in mid July
The ruin of the agrarian economy
There's more for whom remain, the more that die
We shiver under a cold sky
The ultraviolet cataracts our eyes
We shiver under a cold sky
We suffer and we die
Pt 4: A New Normal (110 bpm to decrescendo)
The stench, the reek, the dead in the street
The ill and infirm, just feed for the worms
Conditions austere, lose all you held dear
You're numb to the fear, what was, now disappears
You'll fuck for a rat, there's no turning back
You steal and you loot, the guards start to shoot
Disintegration spreads, she's raped for some bread
Unravel the threads, don't bury your dead
With one minute left, a stillborn grotesque
Now freeze frame the screen: cut off with her scream
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