IMAGINARY LINES
Produced by Ric Albano
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Deuce Written: August 25, 2006 Running Time: 5:29 |
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Lyrics I still remember how she chased me around The first time that I walked across her floor And I ran and I ran but she persisted behind Until I could not run no more Cool and serene she did preen But on a dime she turned mean Catch the double-headed tiger by the tail Disregarding albatross She charged forward, fingers crossed It was a plan destined to fail But what more could she expect From angels with linguine necks Who would never dare to tell her what to do? Give a zealous girl such power And sooner or later it turns sour As darker demons are let loose Between reposeful sips of juice Every once in a while You can see in her smile That some innocence remains there too But then where is the justice for Sinclair Soul? What was the man supposed to do? What was the man supposed to do? She often spoke of irksome days When she would bounce from shore to shore On an everlasting quest to find some truth Until that afternoon in May When she opened up that door And felt reality's sharp tooth Now all that she could do To keep her head on fire Is to conjure up a bigger dose And then she'll doll up her walls And draw her plans in the sands Until the tide gets much too close The wrath of some deep-sea ghost Every once in a while You catch a sense of her style Like a new species signing up for the zoo Until Old Man Soul Could burn his hands on her wire What was the man supposed to do? What was the man supposed to do? Born to be a poor, pathetic fool Just what is a man supposed to do? |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Bret Alexander Recorded starting on August 10, 2009 at Saturation Acres (II), DuPont, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Vocals Erik Trabert - Guitars Ron Simasek - Drums Appears on:
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