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Nothing makes my heart so wild as being<br /> In possession of a potent night<br /> Racing down the stairs in a nude descension<br /> Shedding and discarding my hide<br /> But the bold strokes crack so quickly<br /> And it's often that I wonder why<br /> Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender<br /> Hanging to my bones as they dry<br /> How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry<br /> When I see in only black and white?There's a sinful sort of side of being<br /> So contained, a bit like being lost<br /> Stumbling through the background like a small town loner<br /> Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands<br /> Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said<br /> How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel<br /> When there is no hair on my head?<br /> Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?<br /> Tell me, where then do I go instead?When atonement comes in distant waves<br /> I might wait until the next to break<br /> Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter<br /> Staring through the back of my face<br /> Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;<br /> Spending all my dollars to remain a member<br /> Nothing in my eyes but a scowl<br /> Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?<br /> Have I already forgotten how?<br /> <br /> Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

Black and White (7" Version) Lyrics


Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
In possession of a potent night
Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
Shedding and discarding my hide
But the bold strokes crack so quickly
And it's often that I wonder why
Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my bones as they dry
How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in only black and white?There's a sinful sort of side of being
So contained, a bit like being lost
Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
When there is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
Tell me, where then do I go instead?When atonement comes in distant waves

I might wait until the next to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
Staring through the back of my face
Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my dollars to remain a member
Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
Have I already forgotten how?
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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Parquet Courts is a band from New York City. At the center of the group is A. Savage, who at this point is known for his collaborations with projects like Fergus & Geronimo, Teenage Cool Kids and Wiccans. Savage is joined by three other musicians (“three quarters Texans and three quarters Pisces”) and describes the bands’ debut release as The Fall meets Neil Young. On the band’s debut release, “American Specialties”, this all makes sense. The quartet wanders through the American and British underground, picking away their favorite parts with confidence.

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