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paint me red, give me a new perspective;
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...reflections. really laid back song about my week in maine, completely freestyled at four in the morning, check it out
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indie rock/alternative/experimental
play like pianos is ben and tristan from save yourself (www.purevolume.com/saveyourselfvt) messing around with a little keyboard, some broken tape players, guitars, bass, rhythm sticks, a harmonica, and some voices.
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Alternative • Indie
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Peak #237
Peak in subgenre #52
Author
ben roque
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December 30, 2004
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MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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-paint me red,give me a new perspective; reflections- as the orchestra plays the songs...the soundtrack to our lives (drones on and on) we dance and realize that we had this coming... not even a blood stained pillow can relieve me now, i could believe the cure to be in words, but spoken language would be forgotten just like when i said i'd be there last friday (sorry about that) i'll be there next time, i swear...i promise... promises and excuses go hand in hand like two eyes, your blue eyes, avoid confrontation (you know you do) deny everything (you know you do) we pulled the spikes and watched it collapse while no one was around to witness the beautiful sight, that was after i tried to understand how we ended up this way (you know how) you're beautiful and it's pretty fucking hard to just let go of you and your beautiful face that produces a smile so pure it's almost unbelievable unless you see it with your own empty eyes, she said, "sing for me please," "you know i want to," i replied,"but i lost my voice before i had another chance." you know, i would love to...you can pay me back just by looking at me, the air smells of faded deodorant and perfume, the bug spray wore off hours ago, we sit here watching meaningless games being played by marionettes i have befriended (damn puppets), angel, it's becoming harder and harder to stay awake, i wish so hard that i slept more often (but i find it hard though) it provides relief from everything, one hour i will wait (12) until i will meet you at the bus, we will dance at the ampitheatre, skin glistening in the moonlight, i hope the ground doesn't crack beneath my feet, i need to creep quietly (oh so quietly) if someone wakes up...this could be the end for me.
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