Rachel Songtext
von Andrew Huang
Rachel Songtext
Never was the kid with the 8-track/
But a 1-track/ mind/ you can′t sate that/ and a cassette double deck for the playback/
Wouldn't ever let me down/
Before i had the sickness/
I had the remedy spending these mornings just emulating melodies heard off the radio/
Sung anthemically/ even angelically/
Couldn′t try telling me to press stop working these so low fidelities/
Unless it was time for the overdubs/ twenty years go by, haven't sobered up/
Sines my only drug/ why would i ever cut/
Asked like suicide counselor/ i wasn't the mark, but i was around her/
They gave her labels, bottles over the counter but underneath the table/
She still hid the ink of a scar/
We used to sing in the dark/ by the swings in the park/ i was into her heart/
But you know back then everything was a spark all i know is that we lived for music/
For me, as the reckless and wry/ made me measure up, made me a sensitive guy/
The greatest pleasure in my world/ gave me pressure to thrive/ but for her it was the only thing that kept her alive/
Strung along on violin strings she didn′t have a life of violent things/
Not in the physical/ but in the family emotions and rituals it got critical/ impossible/
Couldn′t believe what was hitting my optical/ trips to the hospital/ tired eyes/
Both of us/ two bouts of new scars/ cigarettes in her blue mouth/
And then the story stops/ tuned out/ they packed up real fast and just moved south
And the only thing i have left is a memory/ so steadily sealed in a melody/
She had a tendency to get lost
Come back, girl
But a 1-track/ mind/ you can′t sate that/ and a cassette double deck for the playback/
Wouldn't ever let me down/
Before i had the sickness/
I had the remedy spending these mornings just emulating melodies heard off the radio/
Sung anthemically/ even angelically/
Couldn′t try telling me to press stop working these so low fidelities/
Unless it was time for the overdubs/ twenty years go by, haven't sobered up/
Sines my only drug/ why would i ever cut/
Asked like suicide counselor/ i wasn't the mark, but i was around her/
They gave her labels, bottles over the counter but underneath the table/
She still hid the ink of a scar/
We used to sing in the dark/ by the swings in the park/ i was into her heart/
But you know back then everything was a spark all i know is that we lived for music/
For me, as the reckless and wry/ made me measure up, made me a sensitive guy/
The greatest pleasure in my world/ gave me pressure to thrive/ but for her it was the only thing that kept her alive/
Strung along on violin strings she didn′t have a life of violent things/
Not in the physical/ but in the family emotions and rituals it got critical/ impossible/
Couldn′t believe what was hitting my optical/ trips to the hospital/ tired eyes/
Both of us/ two bouts of new scars/ cigarettes in her blue mouth/
And then the story stops/ tuned out/ they packed up real fast and just moved south
And the only thing i have left is a memory/ so steadily sealed in a melody/
She had a tendency to get lost
Come back, girl
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