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Playing around on GarageBand plus pining for a girl. Standard formula for a song, yes?
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yeah, i don't remember much
but i seek a loud revenge
and i can't forget it
and now we rise
and we are everywhere
she ran down the street
wearing her old white wings
clipped on to her clothes
falling off as the pace picked up,
(no shit, i didn't even have to
make that metaphor up)
yeah, i don't remember much
but i seek a loud revenge
and i can't forget it
there's never enough
of the right kind of rain
and always too much of what we get
how about a little hail and wind?
and now we rise
and we are everywhere
if i remember right, as i so often don't
she had her journal and photographs right next to her bed
she spoke no english and perfect french
ivory, teeth, eyes and skin
you know
maybe, i don't remember much
but i seek a loud revenge
and i can't forget it
and now we rise
and we are everywhere
i want out
this place is too cold
keeper smells
boring, boring, boring
if remember right
i met her on the avenue of babel
it was 40 out, she was disheveled and imminent
i met her on the avenue of babel
and she stood where
you died your thousandth death
in a mesh of pale body parts
and scary new ideas
sweat sown exclusively from my skin
sneak around, swallow don't chew
hide your eyes from me,
and don't find a mirror
my fierce child
rendered in black and white
i seek
a loud
revenge
how about a little hail and wind?
but i seek a loud revenge
and i can't forget it
and now we rise
and we are everywhere
she ran down the street
wearing her old white wings
clipped on to her clothes
falling off as the pace picked up,
(no shit, i didn't even have to
make that metaphor up)
yeah, i don't remember much
but i seek a loud revenge
and i can't forget it
there's never enough
of the right kind of rain
and always too much of what we get
how about a little hail and wind?
and now we rise
and we are everywhere
if i remember right, as i so often don't
she had her journal and photographs right next to her bed
she spoke no english and perfect french
ivory, teeth, eyes and skin
you know
maybe, i don't remember much
but i seek a loud revenge
and i can't forget it
and now we rise
and we are everywhere
i want out
this place is too cold
keeper smells
boring, boring, boring
if remember right
i met her on the avenue of babel
it was 40 out, she was disheveled and imminent
i met her on the avenue of babel
and she stood where
you died your thousandth death
in a mesh of pale body parts
and scary new ideas
sweat sown exclusively from my skin
sneak around, swallow don't chew
hide your eyes from me,
and don't find a mirror
my fierce child
rendered in black and white
i seek
a loud
revenge
how about a little hail and wind?
