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Turtle Race
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TURTLE RACE
Written by Working Breed
Lyrics by Erika June Christina Laing
Painting a black canvas red
Black and blue pictures of you in my head.
Haunting my thoughts, the words I've been fed
The earth is still warm where you left
She can have your hollow bones
Your gift horse throat
Your swindled hope
She can have your brick of gold
Your country club
I've had enough
Biting my lip on the telephone
Every day of my life is a dial tone
Swallowing blithe sustains my life until I see the light
I hope I don't miss it, I hope its bright
She can have your cheap parade
Your palisade
Your turtle race
She can have your turpentine
Your sterling shine
But your sorrow, your sorrow is mine
Its all you left behind
If you love somebody, your're fucked
If you love somebody, your're fucked
If you love somebody, your're fucked
If you love somebody, your're fucked
You're fucked, you're fucked,
You're fucked, you're fucked, you’re fucked, you’re fucked
You’re fucked, you’re fucked, Fucked
She can have your charm and grace
Your smiling eyes
Your soft embrace
She can have your entire being
As you can see clearly you meant nothing to me
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My Chimera
05:12
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MY CHIMERA
Written by Working Breed
Lyrics by Erika June Christina Laing
She is a song with no ending
She is a harp with fresh strings
She is a permanent coda
At once she is all of these things
She’s my chimera <x4>
But no one can hear her but me
She splinters my eye with her light
Her feminine chakra’s bright pink
She is a black hole for lovers
She disappears when you blink
She’s my chimera <x4>
But no one can see her but me
I've got hope to remember
I've got dreams to forget
I’ve got pain, pain
With my hands in my pockets
My lips zippered closed
It’s a limb on my body, I just can’t let go
It’s hard to acknowledge
But deep down I know
My chimera can’t help me anymore
Her body is dust in a sunray
Her dance is a breeze on my cheek
She is the hair that grows in my legs
When the day is cold, windy, and bleak
She’s my chimera <x4>
No one can hear her but me
No one can see her but me
No one can feel her but me
No one can feel her but me
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Working Breed Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Pittsburgh’s art-rock four-piece Working Breed returns with Gaslighter, a more rock-forward face for the veteran group known for its expansive musical vocabulary and energetic, theatrical live show. Cathartic, singalong anthems, shapeshifting math-rock rhythms, haunting saw sounds and self-professed “angry trombone,” Gaslighter is as much a treat for the ears as it is a statement of intent. ... more
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