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• Artiste: Kevin Tuffy
• Titre: Tape Loop Blues
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The hillsides were sprawled with red vibrant flames A dictator held my head like a pawn in his war game I moved two squares forward only to be taken By the white chess pieces and all the smiles they were faking Like the forests they burned, I was turned into paper Commercials and logos, scribbled on my body. naked. I could've been a famous poet, prolific and aloof But I bastardized the English language and disregarded the truth... So my days became a tape machine, playing the spool on a loop I considered all the reels with songs that I would rather choose That's when you came like a chorus, in a never-ending verse With a melody so elegant that I fell in head first, So i took to writing sonnets, those love songs that I slaved over! I was a mess of harmony, all crotchets and quavers I tried to sing to your heart, my voice sounded thin and pained And my symphony in the key of love was all plagued with disdain... So I'll escape inside myself, waiting for you to say that you missed me I'll quit music forever, spend all of my time with whiskey Go back to the tape loop, and put my life on repeat 'Cause if my heart, it means nothing to you, well I'll try to save my soul at least Or I won't... and I'll just burst... into glorious flames We awoke weary-eyed and you turned to face me And realised that I wasn't the man of your dreams The man you'd left, he wasn't so tainted By jealousy, insecurity; he certainly wasn't faithless I've a friend who sings of failure, I guess that makes sense now I long to hear her voice, I load the tape and it takes tension I rewind to the leader, and press down on [LOOP] and [PLAY] And commit a song to be the soundtrack to my recurring days So I'll escape inside myself, waiting for you to say that you missed me I'll quit music forever, spend all of my time with whiskey Go back to the tape loop, and put my life on repeat 'Cause if my heart, it means nothing to you, well I'll try to save my soul at least Or I won't... and I'll just burst... into glorious flames