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B​-​movies

by Kings Of Last Night

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Here I stand spitting similes like fire This king of bile fancies himself a master of style And the girls will swoon but they always do This game is no fun if you know the rules too well So I've stopped trying 'Cause soon we'll be dying Let's drink and not think too much now What comes down must go up again somehow And in time we will all succumb to gravity It's the attraction of things bigger than you All I am are the letters on these pages All I am are pixels on your screen And all I speak is pretentious bathetic But still you've chosen to listen to me So I'll keep trying While the notes are dying Let's drink and not think too much now What comes around must go around again somehow Here I stand spitting similes like fire Ripping pages from the poets you admire For nothing beside remains 'round the decay Of the fleeting, barren, unforgiving Pointless lives we love to live anyway
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Let me be the young Siberian boy Or the absence of clever ploys And twists And wistful pans and tilts Let the dialogue be muffled As we carry our duffels Around town While the sound guy's boom mike wilts into the shot And then you could be the maxed-out credit cards Or the sadistic prison guard Or the stretcher rolling into the emergency ward Let us overact Let us speak abstractly straight into the lens And let us all wear black And let us simply lack an inkling of talent Let the grain show On the grey snow It'll be just like the movies The b-movies Let's be on Sunday afternoon On that channel you can never find I think it's 39 on my TV Let's drag on for a hundred and twenty-eight minutes And still wish for it to never finish Let's strike a meaningful pose All clumsy and underexposed And then you could be robot that can speak Or the identity the protagonist seeks Or the blatant disregard for technique Let's be out of sync Let us all be French And get one final chance before the cops show up And let's have epiphanies In the pivotal scene where there's a thunderstorm Let's fall out But overcome our doubts Let's be shot on DV And go straight to TV Let's attain our goals Right before the credits roll And let the music swell Over the wedding bells But let the grain show On the grey snow It'll be just like the movies The b-movies
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released January 1, 2007

© 2007 Paul Hunt / Wolkenvelden Recordings

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