Name: Edith Head Broche
Duration: 3 min 43 s
Channel: Mauer and Verson
Description: License options are available for this song. A song about an argument with my wife.

Edith Head Broche

Mauer and Verson

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A song about an argument with my wife.

rock great lyrics classic complex intellegent layered

Mauer and Verson

Rock, Near-Rock, Folk, Alt, Bluegrass, Metal, yadda, yadda, yadda

HI. We're Brian Mauer and Ben Verson. We've been writing, recording and performing music for over 35 years together. What do we call it? HMMMMMMMMMM, we're not sure. We incorporate any and all styles. We hope you will find that we have succeeded in homogenizing a unique style. Influences range from classic rock (Beatles, Who, Zeppelin) to Folk, slip in a bit of bluegrass, and an equal amount of metal, and you get...Something, without a name.

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Rock n Roll

Charts

Peak #160

Peak in subgenre #16

Author

Mauer and Verson

Rights

2006 B&B Productions

Uploaded

April 14, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 8.5 MB • 320 kbps • 3:43

Lyrics

Suddenly the darkness starts to filter through my eyes.
A sentinel of promise marches silhouetted gray.
Perception in the distance is the sense that he defies.
The colors bleeding blackness in the absence of the day.

The mercy of the dreaming means the levers of control  
Are surrendered at the onset by the presage of the wraith.
Your recidivism, streaming all its “nevers” from the pole-
My defenders of the honor are now defenders of the faith.

(Chorus)
Diaphanous, the actress in her Edith Head broche’
Demanding my attention from the sky.
Controlling every whisper, every movement, everyday,
While the metaphysic wonder ponders love, and wanders by.

Logic is not logic, nor apparent in this place.
Your acid etches deeply on my heart upon my sleeve.
The heavens open brightly in the squalor of disgrace   
Prescinding every statement that our anger could conceive.

The story in your eyes is never printed memories.     
I only see the venom and the anger that you tie.  
The love, desensitized, in every morning that she sees,  
Will give us every reason to believe in if we try.
(Chorus)

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