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Dorero
04:05
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I take back everything I said Dorero
I don’t believe a word I read about you.
Well, I stumbled in to find
That you’re not guilty of any crime
Dorero,
I’ve made up my mind about you
You’re the one they always called
Dorero
But if there is a God
I’ve seen Her in you
‘Cause you never crossed that line
You never wavered at any time
Dorero,
I’ve made up my mind about you
‘Cause I was a lonely girl
And you were the kind of woman
That I didn’t know
I needed at the time
I woke up to find Dorero
Watching over me
She was everything
They said I’d never find
Now I was not so haunted then Dorero
But they believed I always had it in me
And the vultures at my door
They don’t scare me anymore
Dorero,
I’ve made up my mind about you
‘Cause I was a lonely girl
And you were the kind of woman
That I didn’t know
I needed at the time
I woke up to find Dorero
Watching over me
She was everything
They said I left behind
Oh, I was just a child
When the nightmare pulled me in
No, it’s so surreal to me now
I take back everything I said Dorero
I don’t believe a word
I read about you
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Is that a black widow spider
Or a skinny young blonde that he's waiting for
Down by the nail salon?
And is it blood on his shoulder, a little on his cheek?
He told her he'd be home inside a week
He said he just needs a little time to clear out his head
A few good nights sleepin' on a cheap motel bed
In a little town somewhere north of
Venice by the beach
Where everyone's a little out of reach
Yeah, it's just a portrait of the artist as a middle-aged man
Staring blankly at the canvas with his trembling hand
While back at home they're hanging tinsel and fighting back the tears
No one's singing Christmas songs around here
'Cause here's just rag mags and some menthols in a crumpled shopping bag
He's got the Avis blacked out Camaro keys in his other hand
And he looks down at the ocean at the end of the road
He thinks, “I’d rather drown than charge up my phone”.
But now it's raining in Latigo, it's slippery on the road
She's dialing up another song he doesn't know
Some girls quite like country music but that's not so common now
Boys, you know what I'm talking about
Now, it's just a portrait of the driver as a middle-aged man
Riding shotgun is a woman that he could never understand
She's got her feet up the dashboard while he fumbles for the gears
Neither one's been so dissatisfied in years
But have you ever seen the city from a rental car at night?
Through a foggy rear view mirror, it's a melancholy sight
And when you bit the hand that fed you
And hurt the ones you love the most
Well, it's best you just keep driving up the coast
Well, now she's paying with his credit card
While he's gathering up his thoughts
She's got peroxide and a ponytail, and some cut-off denim shorts
Bare midriff and a bracelet that was just this morning bought
You see it all ends up as evidence in court
Yeah, it's just a portrait of the husband as a middle-aged man
He's standing there all stripped to bare and covered in fake tan
She's dancing in the shallows while he's clinging to his beer
Who knows, he could be dead inside a year
Yeah, it's just a portrait of the artist as a middle-aged man
Staring blankly at the canvas with his trembling hand
And he'd appreciate an audience to watch him disappear
Any luck and he'll be dead inside a year
While back at home they're hanging tinsel and fighting back the tears
No one's singing Christmas songs around here
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3. |
Beautiful Oblivion
04:23
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Morning caved right in
Through the cracks of my hands
In a maze of light
The fever comes and goes
Like a ghost in my head
I wake up reaching out
For a face I can’t ever recognize
Voices are screaming out
Like I’m already gone
Like I’ve already capsized
Tell the world that
I just blew out like the sun
And in the end
I was a beautiful oblivion
I am blood and bone
And beneath each stone
We turn to dust
Heaven hold me high
As I feel it slip away
I am falling out
Of the deep
that kept me hypnotized
I keep blacking out
Like I’ve already gone
Surrendered the tide
Tell the world that
I just blew out like the sun
And in the end
I was a beautiful oblivion
Tell the world
it don’t hurt to touch the sun
That in the end
I was a beautiful oblivion
A beautiful oblivion
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4. |
Unbeliever
03:25
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It’s not that I don’t want to see the light
It’s not like I ain’t lookin for the truth
I thought I saw it flicker once or twice
Then it vanished in the ether
So I’m an Unbeliever
People say you gotta give it time
So I gave it all the time I ever owned
I thought I had it coming down the line
But I was never the receiver
Just another Unbeliever
Oh, as my last cigarette burns out
1000 different faces pass me by
And I see my own reflection in every stranger’s eye
Once again, I’m reaching
for the door
And once again, that spark
has turned to ash
I guess I’ll dig out all them lines
I’ve used before
Man, I’m such a self deceiver
An Unbeliever
An Unbeliever
I’m an Unbeliever
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5. |
Dream Of America
01:03
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6. |
The Fall
04:34
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Fear has many eyes
It’s the darkness on the dial
In the embers of a dream
You’re the mountainside on fire
Was the writing on the wall?
A viper hiding in the well?
Maybe I
Was looking for a sign
That was never really there at all
Word by word
Stone by stone
We never felt the fall
Of Babylon
We were up so high
We were too far gone
That we never felt the fall
Of Babylon
Now there’s mercury in the blood
And doubt laced in the prayer
Maybe I
Was holding on so close
You were never really
There at all
Word by word
Stone by stone
We never felt the fall
Of Babylon
We were up so high
We were too far gone
That we never felt the fall
Of Babylon
Word by word
Stone by stone
We never felt the fall
Of Babylon
We were up so high
We were too far gone
That we never felt the fall
Of Babylon
Maybe I
Was holding on so close
That we never felt the fall
I was holding on so close
That we never felt the fall
I was holding on so close
That we never felt the fall
I was holding on so close
That we never felt the fall
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7. |
Psycho Killer
04:11
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I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me, I'm a real live wire
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh-oh-oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ooh
You start a conversation, you can't even finish it
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, then why say it again?
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh-oh-oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance vers la gloire, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, well
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh-oh-oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ai-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ooh
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8. |
Catacombs
01:56
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I hold myself up to the light
Searching
the cracks in the fault lines
Ash by ash
De cendres à cendres
I’m just waiting on a sign of life
A pulse in the flat line
After all my inquisition
It occurs to me
I’ve been slowly dying
Just trying to exist
I was just trying to exist
And as Paris lays sleeping
The Catacombs are wide awake
Coming up for air
So I press my ear to the ground
And I hear the sighs
in ancient tongues
and revelations
Winter creeps on in through the curtains
like a premonition
Paper planes scrape the skyline
But I think of Barcelona
Not of how it was
But how we were
Dimming
Dimming in the autumn flames
So goodnight Paris
Tonight
I sleep in embers
Tonight I sleep
in embers
Tonight I sleep in embers
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9. |
The Great Divide
03:53
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He said,“We’re hostage to the sun”
It’s midnight in the morning
And the days are made of glass
They somehow shatter
without warning
Even now
I wonder where you are tonight
And if there’s life
beyond the northern lights
And if love’s
just fading into to photographs
Close your eyes and
Dream of America
Voices flicker through the walls
Like an omen while I’m sleeping
And is God
really on my side
Or do my prayers just brush the ceiling?
Looking back,
I see you the strangest light
Like a vision from a distant life
And if home’s only circles
we make on the map
I’ll close my eyes
Dream of America
But who am
I to ever know the reasons why?
Or if there’s life beyond
The Great Divide
And if time’s
only turning into paragraphs
I’ll close my eyes and dream
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Hannah Aldridge Nashville, Tennessee
Mixing her personal life and the sounds of her hometown, Hannah Aldridge takes influences from across the rock genre. Working with one foot in country music and the other in rock has given her a fresh kind of Southern Rock styled by Southern Gothic storytelling. The honesty she crafts into each track is offset by a stubborn, even defiant, nature, which gives her music a hopeful silver lining. ... more
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