Saturday 4th of February 2017

We Will Become Silhouettes

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I've got a cupboard with cans of food
filtered water and pictures of you
and I'm not coming out till this is all over

And I'm looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
screaming at the top of my lungs
pretending that the echoes belong to someone

someone I used to know

and we become
silhouettes when our bodies finally go

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
and feel the soft earth under my feet
but the news reports recommended that I stay indoors

they said the air outside will make our cells
split at alarming rates until our shells
can no longer them inside
and it won't be a pretty sight because

because that's when we'll explode

and we become
silhouettes when our bodies finally go

Now I'm counting the endless hours
thinking of all the things that could have been ours
and I don't know what on earth could have possesed us

the memories of our life before
have been tucked away inside a drawer
they will stay preserved for a while
in the hopes that a tomorrow's child will learn

what brought us all down below

and we become
silhouettes when our bodies finally go
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chunter on

This is a song by The Postal Service.

I suggest more vocal and/or less everything else.
muteKi on

It's actually a cover I'd had planned as part of my "melancholy piano breakbeat" series but it keeps getting more and more pointed as time goes by.
UncleBibby on

nicely done all around! im guessing this is slightly political? either way great job.