Salt, Pepper, Birds, And the Thought Police
"Salt, Pepper, Birds, and the Thought Police" is a song by Mili. It does not play in-game, but it is included as the final track on Mili's album To Kill a Living Book -for Library Of Ruina-.
Lyrics
- The following are the official lyrics from Mili - Salt, Pepper, Birds, and the Thought Police.
Bamboo basket, reflector, working brakes
Never forget your helmet, trusty Mips
See ya, I'm off to the morning market
Thirty-three lemons
A healthy-looking chicken
And a dozen of free-range eggs
Thanks, keep the change
Whistling a tune, pffhw
I'm home
What a perfect day
I hanged the sheets out in the yard
Oiled up my baking tray
Thinking about you, mother
To recite her famous words
All you need are salt and pepper
To taste the happiness of life forever
Then the moon rosе
And creamed lemon chickеn roasted in the oven
Men in black kicked down my front door
Hey! Who? What? Why?
"You violated act 617 - Illegal Thoughts"
"You're under arrest"
We all know the real answer was
"You shouldn't have been born the way you are"
(Du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du)
(Du-du, du-du-du-du)
And we're packed in a cargo choo choo train
Squeezing against the bodies similar to me
With tears rolling down our faces
We began to sing
"They can never take anything from our souls"
Louder and louder
"They can never take anything from our souls"
Louder and louder
They shaved off my hair
Fed me a foreign language
Looking on the bright side
(Yeah!) I’m alive
I still remember all the people I love
So come at me, and do your worst
All this pain and suffer
Don't stand a chance against our iron hearts
As the morning came and went (Ah)
And the people stayed and left (Ah)
And the earth went 'round and around
The stars never looked so kind (Ah)
The wind ever so fragrant
Through the tiny slit on the wall
Every night I was invited to watch
A theatre played by moonlit birds
They spread their wings
Carrying our silenced voices
Singing our historic songs
Letting everyone in the future know
That we existed
What a perfect night
I felt the urge to write a book
Pass down my life
Until recently, time didn't feel so fast
With my bloody fingertip
All I needed were sticks and paper
I started to write, poems after poems
Then the moonlit birds came to meet me
They stole the key and opened the gates
We're finally free
I picked up my bicycle
Riding home to mother
Writing my delusion world
I saw a version of heaven
Where I sat in my yard
Reading a paperback print of my book
On a hillside, your little fist clutching sweat
Walking to the memorial park
You put down freshly cut white chrysanthemums
A former thought police lowers her hat
Children lying on the grass
Singing to poems written by me
(Du-du-du-du)
Trivia
- The titular Thought Police are based on government officers of the same name from the novel 1984 by George Orwell, where they arrest anyone who does not conform with the thought standards set by The Party.
- Chrysanthemums are flowers that symbolize death, commonly used to honor the dead.
- White chrysanthemums specifically, in Eastern Asian cultures, represent adversity, lamentation, and grief. In other countries, they represent honesty.
