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Suicide Demo for Kara Walker
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Suicide Demo for Kara Walker was released on January 25, 2011 by Merge Records as a part of the album Kaputt
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AlbumKaputt
Release DateJanuary 25, 2011
LabelMerge Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Bejar
Daniel Bejar
Guitar
David Carswell
David Carswell
Guitar
JP Carter
JP Carter
Trumpet
John Collins
John Collins
Bass
Nicolas Bragg
Nicolas Bragg
Guitar
Pete Bourne
Pete Bourne
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destroyer
Destroyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Carswell
David Carswell
Producer
John Collins
John Collins
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, woman?
[Verse 2]
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit
And exit through the entrance when you can
Seen you consort with your invisible manhole
[Verse 3]
Fool child, you're never gonna make it
New York City just wants to see you naked and they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister
[Verse 4]
Sister, Sister was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand
Sister, this is not about me
And it's not about you, I swear
No hard feelings, nothing personal
Soft sculpture rides the air for free words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud American
[Verse 5]
And as proud Americans, we let it slide away
Harmless little negress
You've got to say yes to another excess
Let's go for a ride today
[Verse 6]
In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say
A southern bunkhouse
Blue skies up above
A kind of figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love these days
All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business passes for love these days
Much hailed genius passes for love these days
[Verse 7]
Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, fuck it
I look up, I see the North Star
I look up, I see the North Star
When I look up at the bar through these tears
[Verse 8]
Four white pillars, Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights his pipes
All of America live to light his pipe at night
To which Dixie responds, free me
And then washes his sashes
Again
[Verse 9]
Maybe or maybe not fast forward, she said
Maybe once the seed is sown, fast forward she said
This bird has flown south, she said
Don't talk about the south, she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air
[Verse 10]
Now that you've got it all wrong
You got it all backwards, girl
Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance
When you can
Written by: Destroyer
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