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喪樂
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A slow dirge-like song with a positive message buried beneath the morbid tone...
rock love metal heavy goth sex death black girls white sabbath dolls fay wray clockwork gears
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Melodic stoner-doom-goth-prog-metal. Oh, and some punk too...
Fay Wray started out way back in about 2000 as a pop-punk band named FOA. Over the years it evolved into Fay Wray and settled on a heavily Sabbath-influenced sound in about 2002. On a journey that has spanned 5 years, 2 EPs, and now an album, it has evolved further into a melodic-stoner-doom-prog-metal monster with a black and white retro aesthetic and songs about clockwork robots and alien children.
Song Info
Genre
Metal • Goth Metal
Charts
#296 in subgenre Peak #8
Charts
Peak #91
Author
Words and music by Shen
Rights
Shen 2007
Uploaded
December 28, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 5:19
Story behind the song
Originally written as a piece of prose, simply called "You're prettier alive", I then adapted it into a song. Musically inspired by Pristina by Faith No More. The title is the Chinese characters for "sad" and "happy", but when combined, they literally translate as "Dirge" or "Funeral music". It's in Chinese not because I think it "looks cool", but because it encapsulates the song in a more abstract way, better than an English title could.
Lyrics
Black lips, eyes and fingernails Baby you've got it all Black tounge, black and dead Black and about to fall Just above hollow eyes Stand perfect hand-painted lines Above empty hands Your wrists are in a bind Broken fingers across ripped jeans Arms bent back, tied at your waist Your perfect waist you cut And blood from scars you taste A broken neck fits pretty well A sideways glance or two Seductive and suggestive They're out of joint like you Broken knees lay you at my feet They turn you to me Cracked shins mean so little Comparitive pain so empty If you could still walk Your feet would hardly touch the ground Toenails painted red Dying blood moving around Somewhere under all this is a girl Even further down is a heat Stop trying to be dead and beautiful You're prettier alive Perfect breasts conceal cracked ribs And your punctured lungs Willing casualties of cosmetics Genocide to be young I'd pull your hair, but it's tied so tight Like a lead to pull you around Is it tying you up Or merely tying you down Somewhere under all this is a heart Even further down is a girl Stop trying to be dead and beautiful You're prettier alive Eyelashes flutter Seduction or a seizure? Tell me, Which is more attractive?
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