{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Disappearance Diaries of an Apprentice Hermit","title":"Songs Without Music: Season 4 - 1985.","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":740,"description":"So Watch So watch my flesh decayand see how beautifully it goes;like something asking to be loved;like you, too shy to ask meto your room;marks that will survive are marks on skin and mind:not you with me,not face to face;and only this,a last decaypitching to hide itselfwhen each has gone their way.  Cause Under empty skiesair finds no flags;people march but the bannersare burnt; the worldis bleeding into  hell,and into hellthe worldbetrayed. My fist is flat,the truth is traded;there is nothing left to kill foror to honour. the worldis bleeding into  hell,and into hellthe worldbetrayed. Angel I bought a glass palace in Paradisewith a pool and fifty rooms;and off its slender flagstaffI can fly to the moon. I’m god in the city, god in the town,I came from hell but I’m here;from nighttime to nightfallmy parties do not end. I’m alive and free so look at meI dream at the top of the sky;my fingertips are strips of jade -there’s no way I can die. I’m god in the city, god in the town,I came from hell but I’m here;from nighttime to nightfallmy parties do not end. Welcome, roll up, welcome,watch kings and princes sigh;they beg to use my golden wings.they beg to learn to fly. I’m god in the city, god in the town,I came from hell but I’m here;from nighttime to nightfallmy parties do not end.  City of Fear Last night I flew over the city of fear;dark coated people came down the streets;they had angel eyes and shrank from light;they looked at me and wished to fly -but they couldn’t grow wings. And in the endit’s the end that living’ about;they do not know how to gothey can escape no morethey have turned to saltinside the doorwaysof this city of fear. Moon high, my rocket feathers carry me freeI see the late night-clubs open up,the curtains of private room drift apart;the battle’s over, but in coloured light,the battle starts again. And in the endit’s the end that living’ about;they do not know how to gothey can escape no morethey have turned to saltinside the doorwaysof this...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/y_cYTZLY_554KjVwlUcuZrlxRcBDrk22LfvZgAeolVg/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9iZmRk/MTYzM2EzNjc5ODZl/M2M4MGEzZGY1MzNm/NGU1YS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}