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gloomy, pretty, unrefined, valium-speed chick rock
my first reviewer called it "a foundation for a dark, shadowy rock opera that someone would listen to while drinking a bottle of wine and contemplating jumping off a bridge". she wouldn't tell me whether or not they'd jump.
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #440
Peak in subgenre #78
Author
Michelle Rogers
Uploaded
February 15, 2005
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:37
Lyrics
I’m drifting into continents. Name them for my lovers, for how I was discovered. My head’s hemispheres won’t hold together. I think it’s 10:19 eight years later and we’re merely tilted towards something better Still you’ve been my slow carousel to the sun. I climbed the white pony, drank, spun, held on. I lost sight of my sincerity. There’s no integrity at zero gravity. Our eyes roll like globes and they can’t close. So I’ll look away. See the world for me. Have a beautiful life. Estimate the trajectory, translate math into maps to get to the crash site. It’s not a very long drive. We were 1800 rotations wrapped around an imaginary axis. Subtract from five years of sunrises the 1800 times the sun set on us. Now our sex smells like gunpowder, murderous and regretful. I could not comfort her. So I’m back where I began. But time looked elegant in her burial dress. You swore I’d become someone; I’m the shadow in your bed. I got your darkness. I was born so you could rest. In the parade around Jupiter I’m a cold, cold moon. I ride in retrograde motion. We’ve been walking backwards around this planet. I’m as close to your body as I’ll ever be again so we’ll learn to love without touching, wave hello when we pass in orbit.
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