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Source Decay
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Source Decay foi lançado em 22 de março de 2018 por Merge Records como parte do álbum Source Decay - Single
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Data de lançamento22 de março de 2018
EditoraMerge Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM76

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Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Holy Sons
Holy Sons
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Darnielle
John Darnielle
Composer

Letra

Once a week I make the drive, two hours east
To check the Austin post office box
I make the detour through our old neighborhood
See all the Chevy Impalas in their front yards up on blocks
And I park in an alley
And I read through the postcards you continue to send
Where as indirectly as you can, you ask what I remember
I like these torture devices from my old best friend
Well, I'll tell you what I know, like I swore I always would
I don't think it's gonna do you any good
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down
Toward the water
I always get a late start when the sun's going down
The traffic's thinning out; the glare is hard to take
I wish the West Texas Highway was a Möbius strip
I could ride it out forever
And when I feel my heart break
I almost swear I hear it happen, it's that clear and that hard
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
Fall out of the car like a hostage from a plane
Think of you a while, start wishing it would rain
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down
Toward the water
I come into the house, put on a pot of coffee
Walk the floors a little while
Set your postcard on the table with all the others like it
Start sorting through the pile
I check the pictures and the postmarks and the caption and the stamp
For signs of any pattern at all
When I come up empty-handed the feeling almost overwhelms me
I let a few of my defenses fall
And I smile a bitter smile; it's not a pretty thing to see
I think about a railroad platform back in 1983
And I remember the train headed south out of Bangkok down
Toward the water
Written by: John Darnielle
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