Name: Sestra, Sestra
Channel: Radio Scarlet
Description: Free MP3 download.

Free download

Post Death Rock influenced by the Virgin Prunes

Radio Scarlet simply is... Void - Bass Skully Osis - Guitar Van Shock - Vocals Aside from being "Honorable Mention Runners Up" St. Valentines Massacre Re-enactment winners, Radio Scarlet is the only band known to have actually sailed all seven seas, which cost them the life of their Keyboard player Maj. Gen. Despair leaving them as a three piece. The three being; Void - Bass, Skully Osis - Guitar and Van Shock - Vocals are very excited to set out on their quest of Fame and Fortune to be the obvious replacement to sliced bread. Only time will tell if they can conquer it with the same aggression they have always shown. Radio Scarlet will continue on always putting an end to good taste where every they roam.

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Goth Rock

Charts

Peak #104

Peak in subgenre #10

Author

Radio Scarlet

Rights

Radio Scarlet

Uploaded

March 21, 2004

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

“Sestra, Sestra” a song about the moment a child realizes that all he thought the world to be is untrue. It’s the discovery that the world is a tiny place where nothing is as it seems. A place where children are taught about the evils of vanity and selfishness only to discover it is the wheel that causes the world to turn. It is about the realization that no one is actually listening to anyone instead they are waiting for their turn to speak. The child then tries to escape the world back to the one he knew and understood. “Sestra, Sestra” is just one more untruth in the world.

Lyrics

Did you believe them when they said go to bed?
Don’t listen to the demons because it’s all in your head
Mother knows what’s best, Cigarettes in her chest
So eat your dinner or you’ll never get your rest

Sister, Sister – Take me away
Sister, Sister – Don’t change today
Sister, Sister – Like a butterfly
You flew away with the dreams I made

Soaring over rooftops just staring at their heads
Just waiting for them all to realize that their dead
No thoughts of their own the perfect American home
Programmed responses “Good day, I’m all alone”