Thirteen Senses — Salt Wound Routine
Album: The InvitationAvg rating:
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Length: 4:32
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Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gap
They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need for any routines
I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble into the sea
I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
They pursue us to the deep end and then depart
Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face
And everybody finds a college graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime
And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see
You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need for any routines
I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts
And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again
And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to crumble into the sea
I walked in a house, it smelt of paint
And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
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This is the type of song that one listens to sitting on a porch with a light rain. It doesn't have any distinguishing marks that set it apart from many songs and is one of those tunes on RP that just continues the flow of tremendous music. I don't think it's a complete bore, it's a song that aims to be simple and it accomplishes that.
I was about to say how much I liked this, and how wrong everyone seemed to be about it. Then I realised I was listening to my buffer of some song from a day or so ago. How annoying (as I don't know what that song was)! And daft of me needless to say...this song is rather dull isn't it? They seem to be treading a path already rather well trod.
take a Radiohead early ballad. . . rinse thoroughly. . . you get...Coldplay......run Coldplay through the wash cycle until whatever color is left has left. . . .and you get. . . . .this.
emoticon of the world yawning.
This is a very pleasant song. Doesn't sound particularly distinct, but I still really enjoy it. 7.
awsome.. this was released on my bday! :D
take a Radiohead early ballad. . . rinse thoroughly. . . you get...Coldplay......run Coldplay through the wash cycle until whatever color is left has left. . . .and you get. . . . .this. emoticon of the world yawning.
Reminds me more of Keane, actually, but in a good way.