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Barometrics (A ****** of Fates) By Andrew Robinson [Solo intro] [Clean Phase I (instr.)] [Clean Phase II, verse] At the blistered contacts At the suit of flies Come to recover Come bite to pry Careful corrosion Ornate rusts, they run The rotten circumference Expire in change The fade verse subsides As wounds bleed their age Lacquer sick on the flesh Drunken fathoms Drink me! [Clean Phase III] [Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III] [Distorted Phase II, verse] Seeped warp of walls A sanguine distance Steeped liquor, combine An astral chance With combustion and form Fevers masked in blood Calls dissonant pulse Drag our sour roots Throats of the rip tide Choke lecherous grooves Bore forty knots haste Set bones with the mud Come Skye! [Distorted Phase IV, chorus] Over the silence Nerves contract Over the sun The waves sing back From the rubble I’ll come home, to you [Distorted Phase II, verse] Wet mottled and suture Yet the coursing ache Brims ******* flotsam Pulls at our wake My contour dissolve Key strokes soak Color! Me a new world [Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III] [Distorted Phase IV, chorus] Over the silence Nerves contract Over the sun The waves sing back From the rubble I’ll come home, to you Cover the oceans In ashen stars Cover the night Our tempest hearts Somewhere I have a mind To hold on to! [Cesura] [Distorted Phase V, bridge] She wanes Wading out the shallow Of the lights, an engine of ink ‘hind my eye Due depth Shake horizon’s fray Withered wind of the sea My decay [Clean Phase III, bridge cont.] When hell wakes And manifests the clasp Of the calloused oil In my hands And the blade I’ll send my pride and crass Beside my crimes and guilt Out to shore With brittle oars [Distorted Phase IV, chorus] Over the silence Nerves contract Over the sun The waves sing back From the rubble I’ll come home, to you Cover the oceans In ashen stars Cover the night Our tempest hearts Somewhere I dream of you In tides! Oh, in tides! [Clean Phase I over Distorted Phase III; slow and fade to end]
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
Barometrics (lyrics/outline)
Barometrics (A ****** of Fates) By Andrew Robinson [Solo intro] [Clean Phase I (instr.)] [Clean Phase II, verse] At the blistered contacts At the suit of flies Come to recover Come bite to pry Careful corrosion Ornate rusts, they run The rotten circumference Expire in change The fade verse subsides As wounds bleed their age Lacquer sick on the flesh Drunken fathoms Drink me! [Clean Phase III] [Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III] [Distorted Phase II, verse] Seeped warp of walls A sanguine distance Steeped liquor, combine An astral chance With combustion and form Fevers masked in blood Calls dissonant pulse Drag our sour roots Throats of the rip tide Choke lecherous grooves Bore forty knots haste Set bones with the mud Come Skye! [Distorted Phase IV, chorus] Over the silence Nerves contract Over the sun The waves sing back From the rubble I’ll come home, to you [Distorted Phase II, verse] Wet mottled and suture Yet the coursing ache Brims ******* flotsam Pulls at our wake My contour dissolve Key strokes soak Color! Me a new world [Distorted Phase I over distorted Phase III] [Distorted Phase IV, chorus] Over the silence Nerves contract Over the sun The waves sing back From the rubble I’ll come home, to you Cover the oceans In ashen stars Cover the night Our tempest hearts Somewhere I have a mind To hold on to! [Cesura] [Distorted Phase V, bridge] She wanes Wading out the shallow Of the lights, an engine of ink ‘hind my eye Due depth Shake horizon’s fray Withered wind of the sea My decay [Clean Phase III, bridge cont.] When hell wakes And manifests the clasp Of the calloused oil In my hands And the blade I’ll send my pride and crass Beside my crimes and guilt Out to shore With brittle oars [Distorted Phase IV, chorus] Over the silence Nerves contract Over the sun The waves sing back From the rubble I’ll come home, to you Cover the oceans In ashen stars Cover the night Our tempest hearts Somewhere I dream of you In tides! Oh, in tides! [Clean Phase I over Distorted Phase III; slow and fade to end]
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andrew-robinson
American
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
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