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The Giallo Chord
01:09
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Into the giallo chord we move
Drawn from the light of day
Into the giallo chord we move
Called to give our blood away
Into the giallo chord we move
Blinded by the sentimentality
Of breaking down for good
For good
Into the giallo chord we move
Drawn from the light of day
Into the giallo chord we move
Called to give our blood away
Into the giallo chord we move
Blinded by the sentimentality
Of breaking down for good
Into the giallo chord
Yeah
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2. |
Matte Black
03:43
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Pink and black, skin and bones
Anxiety attacks and the longing to be known
See I never let it go
Let your daughters stay late among the living dead
I will tell ‘em true stories of the monsters in their beds
Yeah, I know a thing or two
I got monsters in my head
But it’s okay
We’re punching up at all the problems pouring out on us
Trying to get a little where we can
Is that so wrong?
It’s such a rush
And there’s no way
You couldn’t hope to save yourself up for a rainy day
Kinda gotta roll with what you’re given
Then live and learn and look away
Summer sun’s fading light
The kids are holding on to a promise through the night
But someday they’ll let it go
When you’re old and worn, looking back
The promises are broken but the longing is still intact
A vision of what might’ve been
All dressed in pink and black
But it’s okay
We’re punching up at all the problems pouring out on us
Trying to get a little where we can
Is that so wrong?
It’s such a rush
And there’s no way
You couldn’t hope to save yourself up for a rainy day
Kinda gotta roll with what you’re given
Then live and learn and look away
Everything you ever wanted
Lived and died in a day
Everyone you ever knew
Was gone too soon
Pink and black, skin and bones
Anxiety attacks and the longing to be known
But it’s okay
We’re punching up at all the problems pouring out on us
Trying to get a little where we can
Is that so wrong?
It’s such a rush
And there’s no way
You couldn’t hope to save yourself up for a rainy day
Kinda gotta roll with what you’re given
Then live and learn and look away
Roll with what you're given now
Roll with what you're given now
Then live and learn
And look away
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3. |
Arcadian Gothic
03:24
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Maybe I become this silence
Not the other way around
Maybe you can hear the songs of sirens
If you keep your ear to the ground
It’s a landmark occasion
But it’s listing all the same
Maybe you can solve your own equation
If you keep your head in the game
Still I don’t know how to use the minor key
But sing loud and sing proud
I don’t guess they’re coming ‘round
To the stories they’ve been told
Swing away and swing low
I already know how this goes
While it’s strange, inert, and restless
It’s a thing to call my own
A dream of taking care of business
While I work my hands to the bone
I would sign your petition
If you’d promise not to play
Giving in to some old superstition
Got its hooks in back in the day
Still I don’t know how to use the minor key
But sing loud and sing proud
I don’t guess they’re coming ‘round
To the stories they’ve been told
Swing away and swing low
I already know how this goes
Still you asked,
“How’s it going?
“How’s that thing you do?”
And still you asked,
“How’s that thing you spent every ounce of your lifeforce
“Sweating through blood-soaked screams to birth upon the scene?”
Sing loud
And sing proud
But I don’t guess they’re coming ‘round
To the stories they’ve been told
So swing away
And swing low
But I already know how this goes
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Ace of Pentacles
03:41
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I still haven’t driven Mulholland
I don’t know if she’s a place in my soul
But at least I got to stare down the ocean and pray
I’d never be any farther from home
I saw the smoke clouds loom in the distance
Never had a real chance to alight
Was a bad luck blessing, a vital sign
Saw me back in my rifle sights
Saying I don’t mind if rumors start to grow
I’d assumed we all already knew
California kills; it’s just a matter of time
California kills; it’s just a matter of time
Twisting like a knife
Always only drunk and in decline
As we all know, California kills
My cycles spin in a dream verse
Where I could be understood in my time
But in the liminal waking hours, I find
Just some ghosts that we left behind
Forever running from the demon of Dearheart
Forever trying to keep the memory alive
For every nightmare slain, twenty-seven soft hands
Clutching loaded dice in the night
Faith and sex and God and fog and love and faithless fear
Leave me with my thousand-unit stare
California kills; it’s just a matter of time
California kills; it’s just a matter of time
Twisting like a knife
Always only drunk and in decline
As we all know, California kills
You can’t make love a political issue
Life’s leaning hard to miss you
Long to see it every day
You can’t make love like they’re trying to trace you
You’re gonna bind the arms that embrace you
Everyone’s got their own thing going on
And on and on and on
So I don’t mind if rumors start to grow
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5. |
This Is Canon
03:03
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Was a younger, more innocent time
Cigarettes and breakfast is fine
When there’s no future, there’s no fear of dying
So cool, Bohemian eyes
Slicing up all they espy
A slight embellishment of passersby
Saying send her letters
Or let her know either way
Hit me like a sucker punch, black and blue
Best of three, you and me, tried and true
Hung up on some things that I didn’t do
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Heavier than ever, box cutter blues
Singalongs and serenades and stolen shoes
Hung up on some things that I wish I knew
And I know, and I know, and I know
It’s the same dream every night
Lost in the blitz and bylines
A longing lingering since ‘99
Sentenced to settling down
Silence the sorriest sound
A fleeting fantasy run aground
Singing sweetly,
"May you find your worth
"In the waking world"
Hit me like a sucker punch, black and blue
Best of three, you and me, tried and true
Hung up on some things that I didn’t do
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Heavier than ever, box cutter blues
Singalongs and serenades and stolen shoes
Hung up on some things that I wish I knew
And I know, and I know, and I know
So sing me off to sleep, been sleeping dreadfully
I got a right and a need to repair what fell apart in my wake
Make no mistake
And when you dream of me in cycles endlessly
That’s some parallel existence still hope I might someday see
Oh silly me
Was a younger, more innocent time
Cigarettes and breakfast is fine
When there’s no future, there’s no, there’s no, there’s no
Fear of dying
So sing me off to sleep, been sleeping dreadfully
I got a right and a need to repair what fell apart in my wake
Make no mistake
And when you dream of me in cycles endlessly
That’s some parallel existence still hope I might someday see
Oh silly me
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6. |
Love and Sympathy, Pt. 2
03:28
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Yeah
We're all going
We're all going
We're all going
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J. Kyle Pittman Mc Kinney, Texas
I got bit by a pixel vampire and now I'm made of pixels.
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