1. |
Cortez
03:39
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Verse 1:
A broken neon sign flickers with convulsion
Like it could sense the turmoil inside
A rabbit tail warning to those checking in
A farewell to all those who had died
At the front desk she looks twisted
Peers over cat eye glasses
Up the lift and on the top floor
Hands rusty keys to a man and his whore
Chorus:
Not thinking monogamous and will raise a glass
Suite 64
Be my guest, be my guest
Not thinking monogamous, there’s karma in Cortez
Suite 64
Be my guest, be my guest, be my guest
Verse 2:
Fifty dollar fee don’t you lose them keys
Don’t you lose you mind before you pay to leave
Candles scattered, a shrine to the ruthless who lie
Rising cigarette smoke now there’s ash in their wine
Pleasure in their final hours
But justice fractures their selfish pride
Pinned to a head board they lay limp like dead flowers
Slaughtered in a room where they lay and lied
Chorus
Be my guest, be my guest x2
Chorus
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2. |
Juno
03:46
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Verse 1:
When you rule over me like Gambino
I’m placing bets just like Juliano
You’re in for life just like Garavito
Or gonna end up just like Maldonado
Ain’t no dirty blonde unlike Giordano
But then again I ain’t no Consuelo
Gambling with my life inside a dark casino
I do it kind of cool, kind of sweet, kind of Juno
I was melancholy like Juliana
You woke me up now I’m La Quica
A blackened room for the scene of the drama
3 (3) 2 (2) 1 (1) and its over
Chorus:
Yeah yeah yeah (get yourself together) x3
Ain’t no love in the mirror
Verse 2:
Now I’m dressed up in loose lace fuscia
I’m bitterness with white wine cooler
Tonight you’re gonna weep into a coma
I wish you’d get home sooner
Chorus x2
Get yourself together (repeated)
Ain’t no love in the mirror
Chorus x2
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3. |
Black Heart
04:59
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I am just another siren of the times
Cast out of the system and headed straight for the neon signs
Kiss me now I promise hell, my intentions never been clearer
With eyes deep set and long lashed
Baby tonight I'm all about theatre
Find my card near a payphone in a southeast postal code
In the red on the harbour approach road
In best black Sunday silk and with a blanket of chagrin
I wanna welcome you to devils night with the ex lovers inn
Sleeping with a black heart tonight
Reckless and radiant and swimming in wine
With the stereo locked on hot 97
But driven like the snow I got coming on second
I'm sleeping with a......
I close myself up like a fan
But open up to another band
I'm like a palomino chick
But my moves they make the record skip
Hear the old dark Passenger
Whispering sweet nothings from the back of the car
When the world don't see you you see everything
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4. |
Tongue Tied
03:58
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Shame they end up in this dark spell of lovers lust
The gates are open but its hard to tell what looks like love
They seem competent, confident a torrential must
Leading them to the dark and there the spark is lost
They crave the taste of peculiar
Come face to face with a fire
Fast pacing, soft demeana
Go head to head with a liar
Kissed with a lie
Tongue tied, ain't it funny how it's just so good but I'm unsatisfied
Tongue tied, ain't it funny how its just so good but I'm unsatisfied
Tag a black cat on your jag, street smart in a night so black
Let your frail heart rest in a bullet proof vest
Do yourself a favor, with your loose behavior
R.E.S.P.E.C.T and please protect your privacy
Reload that fickle nature
Take comfort more and more
Like a meaningful rapture
Oh set that house on fire!
Chorus
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5. |
The Art of Fallling
05:19
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Looks sweet like sugar, but I taste sea salt water
Listening in the rushing black for the sound of a heart as it starts to crack
So close, but so cold, I fell for a ghost now I feel that love is getting old. I feel that love has gotten old
Felt warm like summer, but the cold came sooner. Crawling over to the bed, placed a hand on the mouth oh it tastes of red. He's talking with his eyes, a deep blue suicide
There's a face in the water of the girl in my head, sinking down into past lovers ashes when she lays in the bed
So tired and so cold from falling asleep on an ocean of bones. Once again I'm alone
I'm the shell of a lover, I'm a meek pale winter. Oh and this blue eyed boy is a red handed man. He's walking cradle-eyed, a deep blue suicide
I keep on running from the blue into red
Face down on the stone cold ground, you'll hear no sound where she's wound up dead...
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6. |
Juno (Stripped)
03:44
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Salvation Jayne England, UK
Having smashed their way onto the alternative scene in 2018, SJ continue to push boundaries, winning over audiences globally with their unique brand of intense, dark and dynamic alt-rock. The band have enjoyed numerous sold-out headline shows, major support slots, and the likes of Marshall Amplification, Natal Drums, and Spotify showing their faith in what SJ are creating. ... more
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