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lyrics
(Owel Five)
The taste of blood! Ugh! Metal and rust!
I only tried to bite the bullet so you'll tell me what up.
You want to jump my bones and dance on my grave
after carving on my marker "The Vanguard of Pain"?
Wait...calm it down and leave me alone.
Cause when the wind blows,sounding like Nina Simone,
You sing along to the city streets,
Free of the soul.
Into the rabbit hole. Going down. Deeper we go.
To get low. Deeper than a submarine.
Skipped a beat. A finger didn't hit a drum machine.
Swift defeat. The dude's lost in the boondocks.
Full moon rock. Gloom-Hop for your boombox.
Tube socks hiked up tight black nylons.
She writes "love". Pink spray paint Krylon.
Two white doves part ways and fly on.
Cry on this. Reminisce when I'm gone.
(Chrorus)
Gloom,
You want to get next to me
but you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
Slow death. You're the daughter of empathy.
Gloom,
You want to get next to me
But you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
You left. You're not where you're meant to be.
(Corboe)
You know that this is just the eye of the storm.
The part that can't carry on. No clouds in the sky last that long.
The thunders gone. Boom! Where's the gloom? It won't do you no harm.
Another dog day afternoon that's overdue. The bank has been robbed.
Ramble on like the traveling men do.
Full steam ahead. No time to cancel.
In the deep end, this handsome devil,
Got knocked off his cloud looking all disheveled.
Drop them pebbles. No Hansel & Gretel.
No running to the fairy tail story, little rebel.
Let it settle in. Begin.
To feel devoid and then do it again.
(Chrorus)
Gloom,
You want to get next to me
but you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
Slow death. You're the daughter of empathy.
Gloom,
You want to get next to me
But you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
You left. You're not where you're meant to be.
(Owel Five)
Gloom has discovered defeat,
But still we hum our own tune over some other beat.
An instrumental dance album inspired by and dedicated to all women of the world; one of many recent releases for The Cornel West Theory. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2018