You’re like that piano in my living room
I’d like to play you but you’re way out of tune
I’d call a tuner see what he would do
Or maybe the cracks are too deep?
Too deep…
It could be you don’t mean those awful chords
But they just get stuck into my ears
Or maybe you’re diggin’ that song of yours
In that case I’ll just walk away…
From your rage
From the life that you hate
From the choices you make everyday
Blame it on whoever just cut you off
Blame it on the weather, so mean
The truth is the key that will make you explode
Is weighted by all of your rage
From the pain
From the life that you hate
From the choices you make everyday
By your rage
From the pain
From the life that you hate
From the choices you make everyday
Again, and again, and again, and again…
credits
released 05 March 2014
Written & produced by Marc Aliana.
Marc Aliana - Vocals, electric guitars, synths, sequencing & programming (drums, electronic beats, percussion, sitar, scratches, car horns & tractor).
Miki Santamaria - Bass.
Dirty Hollywood - Background vocals.
Home-studio recorded, mixed and mastered in Los Angeles, CA, San Diego, CA, & Tampa, FL between November 2013 & March 2014.
Vocals engineered by Dirty Hollywood.
All rights reserved
/
Search inscriptions
