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Dan Bull

Ol' Dirty Bastion

 

Ol' Dirty Bastion

(album: Generation Gaming XXII: She Wants The D-Pad - 2021)


A little tweety bird called Ganymede was foraging
Deep within the forest
Picking pieces of debris like he's a teeny florist
Till he disturbed a sleeping behemoth or is it BEhemoth?
Well, neither of them speak so I supposed it doesn't mean a lot
Suddenly heard a woodpecker that was beating off
Some bark from a tree so it started releasing shots
Even bots can suffer flashbacks if they've been through lots
The treetops rattle as the shrapnel sears hot
Shattering the peace amid this previously calm glade
Mother nature shaken by creations that are man-made
But B hates to reshape the landscape
Bastion is a different breed of radical, translated

It loves animals, it's one of the fanbase
And now it wants to travel through the canyons and grand lakes
Sightseeing, assigning bleeps to flowers and plant names
But still inclined to leave you flat as a pancake
A battering ram breaking fortification
Smack your damn base in four different places
Four twenty blaze it, loves trees, never eats animals
Not because it's vegan but because it is mechanical

It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion

Bastion, the compassionate contraption
Who speaks in bloops and bleeps interacting
Sweetly with a tweetie pie, no closed captions
Its dope flows are oh so relaxing
But when the flashbacks crash into its memory
Then blasting at bastards is the remedy
Essentially a sentry that was sent to be the centrepiece
Of an attempt to beat the enemy, now it's a gentle beast
Content to be just left in peace for at least a century
No action films, Bastion will select a documentary
Metallic David Attenborough, cannon aiming at you buggers
Has to lug a massive hunk of metal on his back and suffer

Like Michael Jackson changing to a fighter and a lover
Can be simultaneously one thing and another
Config: recon, reconfigure
However big you be it's at least one bigger
A leviathan that likes avoiding violence if it can
Rewinding all the wiring put in by the mind of man
An automaton or an autonomous phenomenon, it's on and off
Like a Walter White costume at a Comic-Con

It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
It's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion

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