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* FUCK NAZI SKINHEADS * CHILD MOLESTERS DIE IN A FIRE * TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS *
It's a really good attempt to do a K track for this, but the harmonies being just as choppy cut makes it lackluster overall. Appreciate the work, would love to see an updated one in the future!
Hi, I love your karaokes, would it be fine if I uploaded a cover to instagram tagging your channel? If not its totally fine I just want to make sure you allow that, thanks!!
[Verse 1: Paris Paloma] Our paths will never cross again And that's the way you wanted it You never could care less about The way we ended up We swim in different circles now I saw your tracks in snowy ground And didn't want to follow them As you fell off the earth Sightings few and far between I have no words when they tell me A figure spotted roaming in The icy mountain wilds There was a time I felt for you Would collect these words like drops of dew And savour on my tongue In season dry Chorus: Paris Paloma, Paris Paloma & Old Sea Brigade] And I don't know you I used to likе to pretend to We'rе nothing, but myths now That neither of us believe in [Verse 2: Paris Paloma] You hear how I achieved good ends Out of the mouths of mutual friends And shrug and raise your eyebrows In the way you always have And with that too, they carry rumours of When someone last saw my movements A shadow treading through the willows In the forest land [Pre-Chorus: Paris Paloma & Old Sea Brigade] Messages that reach our ears Are met with an indifference I never thought I wouldn't care about you [Chorus: Paris Paloma & Old Sea Brigade] But here we are Flung to earth's corners far We're nothing, but myths now That neither of us believe in My tongue's forgotten how To shape your name, the way it sounds We're nothing, but myths now That neither of us believe in [Bridge: Paris Paloma, Paris Paloma & Old Sea Brigade] No muscle memory, no lingering taste No persistent impulse to pick up your trace I left you no note, you left me no sign Of where I plan to go, of what you've gone to find Sweet indifference, gentle apathy Wholesome, quiet dispassion, restful neutrality [Outro: Paris Paloma & Old Sea Brigade] We're nothing, but myths now That neither of us believe in We're nothing, but myths now That neither of us believe in
It would be pretty much impossible to isolate the music from the crowd in And All That Could Have Been, but I wish the world could get a karaoke version of Suck as performed in that concert. It has some new elements in play and makes the ending much more explosive, though less eerie. That said, I adore both versions. This is gonna be perfect for illustrating why I don't sing with other people around: I primarily scream, lol.
