Named in honor of our good friend Matthew Vanalstine (the V)
Parwana is politically influenced experimental rock from Albany, NY.
We like to play music.
Story behind the song
Okay, so we get this box right. Then we get chicken skin. Add the two togeather... it's a world of fun.
Lyrics
My Fishnets sever and ONE LIMB IS LOST
The floorboards bathe in our screams at TWO CENTS COST
To the average tax payer WHO PERPETUATES AT LEAST THREE
Events such as these every FOUR YEARS DON’T YOU SEE?
Those twisted TV tubes SUCK YOUR FIVE CHILDREN IN
To the SAME SIX PIT FALLS you yourself fell IN to
That disjoined your mind into SUSHI FOR SEVEN
Took you NEARLY EIGHT YEARS to find your suburban heaven
Well if this is your heaven, I’ll spend NINE YEARS IN HELL
Burning TEN STARS off you flag to see if that sells
Half as well as nationalism, drawn out ELEVEN MONTHS TOO LONG
While TWELVE SIMPLE NOTES stay behind to sing our song
And THIRTEEN BLACK SHEEP stand alone to sunder the heads
Of the FOURTEEN BODY GUARDS left in the president’s stead
Red, white, and blue hearts beat IN SPURTS OF FIFTEEN
As Barbara turns her head to see WHERE HER SIXTEEN
Years of youth had drowned in SEVENTEEN years of marriage
To an EIGHTEEN PHRASE puppet who refused to disparage
Over such trivial costs as NINETEEN INNOCENT DEATHS
For TWENTY ACRES OF OIL and the loss of Arab breath
TWENTY-ONE SECONDS BUSH, to say your goodbyes
As your end rises swiftly with a TWENTY-TWO in DISGUISE
As the TWENTY-THREE YEAR OLD one that your father gave to you
To add ancillary sting as TWENTY-FOUR SHOTS RIP THROUGH YOU
Don’t worry of Barbara, she gave us TWENTY-FIVE tips
That lead to your cessation in TWENTY-SIX easy STEPS
We’ll let her run free, redeem THE TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS
That she lost to a system of TWENTY-EIGHT peers
It may take TWENTY-NINE LIFETIMES to grasp the current situation
But know this:
THE COURT’S TRADITIONS FALL IN THIRTY TREPEDATIONS”
The maniacle of maniacles has been ascorted ‘cross the threshold where I had taken
the oppurtunity to cross out my eyes with my pocket’s remaining portions of needle
and thread. Removed are the faces of socially scared spy vs. spy look alikes, but the
amber waves of grain and fruiten moutaintops majesty I was promised still remain
IN PLAIN VIEW
as I pray to myself that the seradded blade of the capitol does not
FALL UPON YOU
