Pale Fairytale

by LVMRKS

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Neil Busch - vocals, guitar, keyboard
Jonathan Hischke - bass guitar
Dave Clifford - lead and rhythm drums, additional guitar

credits

released 21 May 2013

Toshi Kasai - engineer/mix/guru
Recorded at Entourage Studios, Los Angeles.
Mixed at Nephews Closet
Mastered by Pete Lyman at Infrasonic Studios.

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Track Name: Blue-eyed Suicide
Blue-Eyed Suicide
Why must the pendulum swing so slow?
The grape too high and the water low
Looking in, from the outside
Another blue-eyed suicide

Roll your stone up and endless hill
Which chamber will the bullet fill?
You believe, in your own lies
What’s the point in having tried?
Now you show more than you hide
Just another blue-eyed suicide

The weakness that he despised
Set deep into his eyes
And now it’s tattooed on my mind
Another blue-eyed suicide

Why must the pendulum swing so slow?
The grape too high and the water low
Looking in, from the outside
Now forever awaits his bride
With his arms open wide
For another blue-eyed suicide.
Track Name: Valentine
Valentine
I’ve seen you here, before tonight
With your desperation lips painted bright
The dress you wore, like discontent
In fading shades of youthful passions spent

Our lives like records that we played
Spinning, warped, scratched, beginning to fade

Your perfume shade, abandonment
And the charm around your neck engraved with it
The broken shoes, in your hand
(from) Walking aimlessly for years, before you ran out of time
My Valentine

Our lives like records that we played
Spinning, warped, scratched, beginning to fade

Where have you gone, my valentine?
When you once so tightly held your hand in mine
Where have you been, with your pain familiar
I see you every day, in my own mirror.

Valentine, my valentine
Track Name: Pale Fairytale
Pale Fairytale
A breakdown behind closed doors
No one sees, no one knows
Your secret lives, with homemade knives
Hidden in their clothes
Promise not to tell your pale fairytale

Architect of your own neglect
Material desires
You woke up in some white ghetto
Heart burning tenement fire
Promise not to tell your pale fairytale

Broken homes and smashed cell phones
Experiments with death
You fell in love with misery
And he stole your last breaths
Promise not to tell your pale fairytale
Track Name: In Scars
In Scars
By the time, I find my way
And I, finally get straight
By the time, that morning comes
The light, will it appear too late?

Written in scars on your hand
Tobacco stained walls, old ceiling fan
Revolving endlessly to stop
Back where it began

With baited breath, we flirt with death
And long to kiss her on the lips
Every night, we steal from sight
To hold her pale white hips

Every night and every morn(ing)
Some to vacant bliss, they are born
And with every coming light
Some awake to ceaseless night

Written in scars on your hand
Tobacco stained walls, old ceiling fan
Revolving endlessly to stop
Back where it began.
Track Name: Sidewalks of the Dawn
Sidewalks of the Dawn
They’re cutting the power, no bill received
Out of work, out of favors, with nothing to believe in now
When you can’t pay, they’ll throw you out on the lawn
Smoke your last cigarette, on sidewalks of the dawn

Now you’re broke
The butt of some joke
You think that life is some sort of con
On sidewalks of the dawn

The neighbors scream in Spanish all night
There’ll be no sleep, though eyes clenched tightly
And everything you own is on loan in pawn
But there is still music on the sidewalks of the dawn

You can hear them outside
Talk how you should have died
Their judgment loud as a gong
But you’re dancing on sidewalks of the dawn.
Track Name: Let Go
Let Go
Born to the house on the hill
8th floor window sill
He didn’t jump he just learned to let go

From the first sweet taste
Forever to give chase
Falling in love a little with death

Let go
When you’re tired of fighting
Let go
Close your eyes

Taught by the books that he read
From poets young and dead
Love is an idea born to a dream

At times it seems too hard to breathe
Smothered by the pillow of childhood dreams

On the internment day
The very few who came
Realized they hadn’t known him at all

Let go.