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• Artiste: Brook Pridemore
• Titre: The Reflecting Skin
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Well the hand painted sign said, "Just a handful for a quarter" So of course we left a dollar and drove off with half a barrelful We laugh at ancient private jokes like old, embittered lovers And like all good Detroiters we look out for one another, always and forever And nowadays I feel like just a sad, pathetic man I miss my friends like I would miss my hands If they were lost in a fire, or left behind on tour I'm tenacious like a glacier, but I know that I can't do this anymore Nothing feels good to me no more The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor And there's a bathroom on the right And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight I was thinking I'm a man and not a band, so if I break up My lips could by a drum machine, leather, chrome and Vaseline Big guitars with F-holes and a flaming, upright bass Start a disco-techno-funkabilly-punk-rock-emo-something-else band And just like artists pushing out to turn the South Bronx into SoBro My torso could gentrificate, and learn to play the dobro Give my chicken legs some wooden spoons and pound a rhythm out Start the greatest armless, headless bluegrass band that Music City's ever seen Nothing feels good to me no more The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor And there's a bathroom on the right And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight I was destitute and drunk and sick and done with all the roamin' I was sittin' on the patio, just waiting for the Bowmans They were teary-eyed and broke as hell, much worse off than me Prolly had a laundry list of all the places they would rather be Then, out of nowhere, some guy says, "This city's turning grey It lacks an old camaraderie that we ain't got today.” He is getting on a plane and he is going across the sea He looks exactly just a lot like everyone that I have ever seen Nothing feels good to me no more The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor And there's a bathroom on the right And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight A younger version of myself, his older brother said, "Why don't you go and find your friends?" I said, "All my friends are dead." Now I am throwing clods of dirt and I am screaming at the sky saying, "Why, if they never got the chance to live, did they have to die?" He says, "It always seems like end of times since I got back from war." But it wasn't like we had nothing else but end of times before His skin is peeling tight and it's reflecting like a mirror I have lit myself on fire I would gladly burn to get away from here Nothing feels good to me no more The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor And there's a bathroom on the right And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight