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I’m not like that any other day,
Might have said some things that wasn’t me.
Now we’re high in the afterglow
Of suicidal, selfish jokes.
Cuz you
Got a way to take that all away,
Got a smile that cracks this filthy mirror – believe it,
The road is red.
Thoughts will seep through a careful brain,
Sleeping pills and open veins.
Tie a weight around a leg,
Let it sink as we slip away.
You
Got a way to take that all away,
Got a smile that cracks this broken mirror – believe it,
The road is red.
We waited ‘til the lights went down,
The dirty floors,
The padded walls,
You coughed a key out of your throat,
Creaking bars,
We floated down through ghostly halls,
The wailing and moans of the psychos in the other wards were dying,
Just you and I,
We took off our straightjackets,
Put on normal clothes and walk out.
I’m not like that any other day,
Might have done some things wasn’t me.
I think time can make this right,
Sewing kits and rusted knives.
The road is red. (repeat till end.)
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I wanna live like a teenage mom,
I wanna live like a teenage mother,
I wanna celebrate life despite what’s right,
I wanna live like a teenage mom.
We gotta dance like we can’t even stop
We gotta dance like we can’t even stop
I wanna close my eyes and grab your arms
And wrap them ‘round my waist and hit the floor.
Overflowing with milk and love and life
Overflowing with hands and ears and eyes.
A little worried, it’s okay
A little worried, it’s okay
You & me, you & me, you & me, Oh, you & me.
A little flawed, it’s okay
A little flawed, it’s okay
You & me, we’re the same,
A little scared, a bit ashamed.
The competition’s not our fault,
It was there before we were born,
This hatred’s not our fault,
It was there before we were born,
The lines are not our fault,
They were drawn before we were born,
The tracks are not our fault,
They were laid before we were born.
I wanna live like a teenage mom,
I wanna live like a teenage mother,
I wanna celebrate life despite what’s right,
I wanna live like a teenage mom.
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The texture was there,
Its limits and signs,
Movement and space,
Drifting through time.
You made a story, Lines and colour,
Light, shade, senses, Depth and shape.
Arms wrapped around his neck,
Vines creeping from the grass,
A pale cheek against a pale face.
A clean knife in her hand,
Smiling eyes like photographs,
Vines bind his legs to the chair
In the open air.
You made a story, Lines and colour,
Light, shade, senses, Depth and shape.
A bit of your paint: And time became a frightening thing.
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Into the Night (Pt I)
02:24
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(instrumental)
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You wiped a patch of snow off the ice-lake,
The April Sun somehow let it frost.
Your sisters were dancing in the Orchard,
You called them over to see what you had found.
A man in the ice,
He left it all behind,
To find a better life,
Frozen in the ice,
Frozen in the ice,
He left it all behind,
To find a better life.
To find a better life.
With a magnifying glass,
You used the rays of Sun,
To melt away the past,
With a magnifying glass.
His blood was coming free,
His eyes began to see,
His throat slowly thawed,
And his lungs began to breath.
You pulled him to the side,
His pale face surprised,
Remembering the sky
For the first time.
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The beaten track is the easiest path,
A girl with a fragile heart will
Love you back.
Dye fabric in blood,
Patch Asian cloth
On the valves and the veins,
‘Til it all looks the same,
‘Til it’s sort of the –
The start of an Eastern goodbye,
I’ll meet you in Seoul,
Then come to the shore,
For a “meal” . . .
Whispers of white and red in a word,
She lowers her head,
We’re leaving again,
But the last time will be the worst.
Hope lights up sad eyes,
A tentative smile – she gives it to you, Oh oh oh oh,
Young professional hands
Discovering old joys with somebody new, Oh oh oh oh
I-- caught myself repeating things
I said to the girl before,
To the girl before you, Oh oh oh oh
We’re two lonely scavengers trying
To use fragments of what is left –
Got to build something new, Oh oh oh oh yeah.
The beaten track is the easiest path,
A girl with a fragile heart will
Love you back.
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Screen-test eyes and a grown-up look,
I fell in love with Patty Duke,
Not the blind, deaf, dumb girl,
Not the TV teenager.
The Valley of Dolls, a drink in her fist,
Sparkle neck, curled lip,
Slumps on the stairs and lets down her hair,
Greed anger lust and fear..
There is love in the air.
Mixing up dolls with alcohol shots,
They say I’m drunk even when I am not.
The actress behind the sadness and sorrow,
Look in her eyes, see through her soul.
Wipes a hand across her lips,
Cleans the stains from an angel face.
Why so sad in a diamond house?
Playful eyes, open mouth..
There is love in the air.
Mixing up dolls with alcohol shots,
They say I’m drunk even when I am not.
The actress behind the sadness and sorrow,
Look in her eyes, see through her soul.
We’re mixing up dolls with alcohol shots,
They say we’re drunk even when we are not.
The actress behind the sadness and sorrow,
Look in her eyes, see through her soul.
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I saw a show at 4 o’clock, maybe 5,
It showed this picture of a young girl who died,
She lay face down,
A man drove a nail through her head,
And as she died
Her body shook, and they had sex.
The cop who found her
Was a strong man, tired from years,
He looked away from me and he
Broke down in tears.
Let’s all join hands and kill the ones
Who make this an evil place.
Let’s all join hands and kill the ones
Who make this an evil place.
Let’s all join hands, let’s kill the ones
Who make this an evil place.
La dada da daa daa.
La dada da daa da daa
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The Darling DeMaes Montréal, Québec
The Darling DeMaes is a Montreal-based indie acoustic group.
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