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Chelsea Hotel #2
03:29
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2. |
Climbing the Fourth Wall
03:56
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All my entrances
Trip on fancy dresses
When I meet you
On the stage
Isolation
Is all the rage.
But my monologue
It rambled on and on
I struck a pose, I lit a fire
And I was gone.
We walked hand in hand
Yawning like old lovers
Under spotlights
In the dark
I was fickle
For my art.
I know I said
I like to learn my lines alone
that's a lie I tell myself
to keep me warm
You were so patient with me
while I was away
What can I do to make you wait
another day
Wilde said it best
"All the world's a stage,
But this performance is poorly cast."
And I don't know if
I can last
Another day in this old get-up
Feeling blue.
But I want my curtain call
To be with you
Maybe this time
I'll kiss your cheek before I go
Maybe this time
An audience will see the show...
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3. |
Drum Loop Experiment A
01:02
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I wandered wondering
Where you'd gone.
Frost was freezing up my lungs
If you're not back by December
I'll go on.
I can't believe its been
One year
I was cleaning house
And you were here
With your feet up on the table
And I didn't care.
I don't need a way
I don't need to stay
I wish I had a fool proof way
To make you laugh
Or make you say
"You're the only man who understands
The pain I'm in."
And we were never
meant to fly
but this accident was worth a try
I'm one collision nearer
to the end!
I don't need a way
I don't need to stay
I don't need a way
I don't need to stay
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I woke up in the city,
Brick beneath my head.
Too late to get into the limo.
You broke my heart, I'm dead.
Walk back into the daylight,
Graffiti in my hair.
Drugs are the only solution,
'Cause I can't handle prayer...
I'm too busy.
But I'm the one to blame
For these kids.
Won't be sad,
Won't be strong,
Don't tease me.
I know I'm wrong.
Sing me another story,
About your pretty face
Can't sleep, can't think for a minute,
Without me hearing that name.
Walk me to the edge of the city,
the last two hearts on earth.
What do we want to live for?
There's nothing left but dirt...
And your pity.
But I'm the one to blame,
For these years.
Can't be sad.
I won't be strong.
Don't tease me,
I know I'm wrong.
I'm wrong.
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All my entrances
Trip on fancy dresses
When I meet you
On the stage.
Isolation
Is all the rage.
But my monologue
It rambled on and on
My excuses
Sound nothing like a song
We walked hand in hand
Yawning like old lovers
Under spotlights
To the mark
I was fickle
For my art
I know I said
I like to learn my lines alone
That's a lie I tell myself
To keep me going.
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9. |
Seattle Winter Reel
03:55
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10. |
Whispers (Soundtrack)
05:07
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12. |
Funny (Unfinished Track)
04:41
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It's a break
You can't deny
I fill you up
A funny need
Tease the girl
Be the boy
Read the leaves,
What they say
Celebrate
With a wish
Not the world
Gone astray
Why you smile?
While you fade.
Deeper wound.
Slip away
Over land
Too the lee
Under roots
of rotting trees
Shut the door
Eat the key
Kill the lights
Scared to breathe
(Repeat)
You crawl away from the accident.
Then you crawl right back to the accident.
You walk away from the mess you made.
Then you walk right back to the mess you made.
Then you slip away from a cold embrace.
Then you slip back into a cold embrace.
No you can't escape from the face you hate.
No you can't escape from the face you hate.
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13. |
Whirlpool (Soundtrack)
06:25
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Autographic Montreal, Québec
Autographic is Darby McDevitt. Sometimes other friends join in the fun. Darby was born in Spokane, educated in Bellingham and Dublin, and sharpened in Seattle. He now lives in Montreal where he is a Narrative Director at Ubisoft Montreal.
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