
TUNING:E Standard (E A D G B E)
⏱ 11:34
MASTER RECORDING LYRICS
FONT:
A plague of nostalgia for a fictive past,
Not merely dead, never born,
is the most desperate form of escapism.
Accident of birth, the pride of the insipid.
Blood still runs, rose-tinted,
Spilling on the red rock
In starvation and waste
In fanfares
and marches
and broad arching melody.
Wastelands ruled by ruined kings.
Curses never lifted.
Archived in Rocklife Vault Database
MORE BY Jute Gyte
12 TRACKS1..Bucchero
LYRICS N/A2..Patinir
LYRICS N/A3..Diobsud
LYRICS N/A4..Aplu
LYRICS N/A5..Passing the River Alphabet
LYRICS N/A6..Palus Caprae RNA
LYRICS N/A7..From Its Side
LYRICS N/A8..Boustrophedon
LYRICS N/A9..Third Surface
LYRICS N/A10..Littoral Series
LYRICS N/A1..Dionysus Fluctus
LYRICS N/A2..Gilgamos
LYRICS N/A🎸TRACK METADATA & TUNING
TUNINGE Standard (E A D G B E)
KEY & SCALEE Minor (Em)
TEMPO120 BPM
DURATION11:34
