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Where is the one Who will mourn me when I'm gone Who will pour water on my bed of dirt Who will breathe fire on my neck at night I heard someone say There's a chance that I will meet her I could be perse- phone and she demeter To pull me from the underground that I call home Her name is no one... She blinds me with her eyes 'cause she's The one, the one She lives somewhere not here... My lovers are as smooth As a politician's tongue The more I look for goodness The more that I find none I heard someone say, That she's honest and good... Her name is no one no one no one... I measure out my days With sips of a Corona I'm pretty sure she drives An old fucked up Corolla To pull me from the underground That I call home I've a funny feeling There's no chance that I will meet her so I'll measure out my nights To my metronome's meter |
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Using 'persephone and demeter' as a rock song lyric is unforgivable; somehow, the band forgave Nico. Brandon's slinky bossa nova and Wendy's Casiotone vibe sound save this one... this tune appears in Ep20 of RvB. That's right, Blue Command digs us! Credits:
Trocadero: Words & music Nico: Danelectro baritone guitar, Vocals Wendy: Moog Opus 3, Casiotone CT-380, Vocals Brandon: Drums |