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The Blood Brothers - Cecilia and the Silhouette Saloon (Album Version)

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Uploaded by on Nov 1, 2009

Lyrics:

murder = white out.
cancer = birth blouse.
mirror = perfect glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = water saint.
Death decodes the howls from our hands.
skull = noise nest.
TV = fuck test.
mirror = siamese gun kiss.
sugar = birth bait.
murder = loves fate.
death distills the camouflage from our dance.
death inverts the red from romance.
Death x-rays the angels of chance.
death; the anti mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.
When cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cacoon,
she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon.
The player piano mumbling crippled jigs,
black widows knitting victimless wigs.
When cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips
she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread,
like an egg whose yoke defies child bearing hips.
Like a ghost who fears all of the deceased and dead.
(time eats the flesh and spits out the shadow like a useless wishbone.)
But that locket spinning around her neck,
whose hearth heats a dead valentine,
you know the phantom trail leads way to a muted grave.
Where is his voice now?
A dead tone in the flutter of drunken wings,
Where is his blushed cheek now,
A face unraveled in shadow, veiled in blind laughter.
Where are those sex ripened lips,
his kiss print still warm on several necks.
Where is love now?

murder = white out.
cancer = birth blouse.
mirror = perfect glass spouse.
oil = sex paint.
shower = water saint.
Death decodes the howls from our hands.
skull = noise nest.
TV = fuck test.
mirror = siamese gun kiss.
sugar = birth bait.
murder = loves fate.
death distills the camouflage from our dance.
death inverts the red from romance.
Death x-rays the angels of chance.
death; the anti mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding beneath the digital Avalanche.

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  • on of my favorite songs/bands of all time, hands down<3

  • Fucking awesome beginning.

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  • @ohgr919 Because the two are so related.

  • i hate emo but i love this

  • Ba ba buh baaaa ba-du-do.

  • @brandonn37 i fucking love #12

  • REUNION TOUR. NOW.

  • @fritz300

    Yeah, I have a shirt, with: "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE" on it.

    They'll never die for me.

  • And even in 50 years I will tell my grandchildren: "There's nothing that exceeds this lyrically & musically."

    I'm so happy to have seen them live before they split.

  • @brandonn37 dont forget The Fall of Troy! lol

  • got down on drums to this today. felt pretty good. that's about it.

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