Songtexte A History Of Care - Dan Merritt

Sit mix and get lost in a world
Of sirens beeps and chirps and chimes
Windowsill color wheel of fifths
On lemon paper
Blue ink on print Yves Saint Laurent
At Dior's funeral
I feel like I know him

Oooooo
All in all I'm in all black again
Staring out at a plate rose too far left

It got dark at six fifteen tonight
I watched treetops distant red brake lights
Up power line trail to east side peak
Boys run through gap in

Bruuuuusshh
Isn't it beautiful wow I heard him say
Like a cartoon
I feel like I know him

I crushed up the pistil in between
My thumb and index finger
I left the window open when I parked
At immersive vista

Oooooo
I heard the moans from behind the windowpane
I inhaled once and twice the gasp of thyme

Yo La Tengo carried me home in good spirits
Good spirits
Good spirits
Good spirits
Good spirits
Good spirits!

Its a history of care but there's no relief
There's no relief
And I'm worried
I'm worrr ieeeed
I can't think straight

It's a heritage of comfort
It's a heritage of comfort
But this lessens nothing
And I'm getting nowhere

And the Korg's body is silver
And the synth's body is silver
And the USB-C male to USB-2 female is silver
And the power cord is white
And the power cord

It's the only time I ignore the ache
When I'm sitting mixing
Lost in a world of noises
Lost in a world of screaming

Ignore please the drums switch

A farewell to hopeful days
Wrapped in porcelain
Wisdom worshiped
Squirming condemnation
I'm saved
Yeah yeah yeah yeeaaahhhhh
I could only ever pray for goals and good spirits
Good spirits!