CellarGhosts
03/09/07, 07:31 PM
Notes: Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Two whole days...yeah, never mind...anyways...the title: don't ask haha. The old time radio part I just pulled outta thin air, and the stations two and twelve thing is from an inside joke between a friend and I. Anyone who has read my most recent lyric posts will know I'm in a romantic/lovestruck sorta mood. So here's a change of pace haha. I wrote this one as a sort of counter to the romantic happy stuff I've posted. This one deals partly with past relationships that have gone to hell and a half. But mostly its about apathy and the like. Enjoy.
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Old-Time Radio Hour (Stations Two and Twelve)
Stare into the sunrise, feel the cold rush in aching arms
Coming down from stolen clouds onto the ground
Face-down in filthy puddles, with eyes blinking back rain
Ears ringing with cacophonic sounds
[Pre-Chorus]
Locked into the chamber, with popping gasps for air
Walking the windward roads and winding stairs
[Chorus]
Out of the ocean and onto the shore
Riddled with shrapnel and shards of deafening roars
Creeping along the routes that we both mapped
All of my attempts at escape have been scrapped
Sleeping on glass and bunking on brick walls
Staggering down from hijacked hillsides to the street
I’m laughing with streetlights and lounging with liars
Feeling chipped and jaded, feeling uninspired
[Pre-Chorus]
Locked into the asphalt, beneath strings of trampling feet
Sweating a shit-storm in this summer heat
[Chorus]
Out of the ocean and onto the shore
Feasting on bittersweet symphonies and rotten apple cores
Creeping along the routes that we both have charted
Gasping for air, with all aspiration dearly departed
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Old-Time Radio Hour (Stations Two and Twelve)
Stare into the sunrise, feel the cold rush in aching arms
Coming down from stolen clouds onto the ground
Face-down in filthy puddles, with eyes blinking back rain
Ears ringing with cacophonic sounds
[Pre-Chorus]
Locked into the chamber, with popping gasps for air
Walking the windward roads and winding stairs
[Chorus]
Out of the ocean and onto the shore
Riddled with shrapnel and shards of deafening roars
Creeping along the routes that we both mapped
All of my attempts at escape have been scrapped
Sleeping on glass and bunking on brick walls
Staggering down from hijacked hillsides to the street
I’m laughing with streetlights and lounging with liars
Feeling chipped and jaded, feeling uninspired
[Pre-Chorus]
Locked into the asphalt, beneath strings of trampling feet
Sweating a shit-storm in this summer heat
[Chorus]
Out of the ocean and onto the shore
Feasting on bittersweet symphonies and rotten apple cores
Creeping along the routes that we both have charted
Gasping for air, with all aspiration dearly departed
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