The Strange Museum

Come on in, admission's free

I won't refuse those who wanna see

I said it's strange

 

Bring your loved ones, those you hold dear

Bring them all, there's no restrictions here

Said it's strange

 

Don't look for blame as an easy escape

There's nothing on show that isn't your shame

Lord, your shame

 

So come on in, it's a small price to pay

I won't refuse those who've lost their way

 

Come on in

 

Lyrics by Paul Weller.

 

I often think of abandoned buildings as museums, pieces of past glories stuck in the now, where they are ignored or neglected. Sometimes they are almost treated like an attraction, much like a museum. I ALWAYS contemplate the history the building has gone through, what it has seen in it's life and wonder how they got where they currently are: evidence of a much different time where the purpose they served was much different than today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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