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Banshee Care
(These are song lyrics from the alt-rock band Echo of a Sundial, a relatively popular early 90’s group hailing from a suburb of Seattle in the United States of My Head. All song lyrics - unless otherwise noted - are credited to lead vocalist Jeremy Whitfield with occasional input from his band mates)
Spin little ballerina
Spin like the wind inside
Twirl in the glass between us
Before you cry
Hold me in arms of vapor
Fold me into your mind
Twirl us in the grass beneath us
Before we die...
Before we die...
Oh...
Beauty wasn't built to last this long
*
(*low throughout*)
Now scream for me
Now scream at me
Now scream to me
Now scream to be...
*
Only the moon can find her feet
I'm the only one she'll meet
In the shadow of the trees, her eyes find me
And she never likes what she sees
Oh...
Beauty wasn't ever gonna last this long
*
(*raised throughout*)
Now scream for me...
Now scream at me...
Now scream to me...
Now scream to be...
*
the only song of hate
I love to hear...
the only song of love
I've learned to fear...
*
(*low*)
Now scream for me...
(*raised*)
Now scream at me...
(*low*)
Now scream to me...
(*raised*)
Now scream to be...
*
Send me a salutation
Something from the other side
Horror in the glass between us
Is all you cry
Your hollow eyes are so much vapor
Clouds are creepin up my spine
It lingers in the grass beneath us
Where our blood lies...
Where our blood lies...
Shhh...
(Jeremy Whitfield, EOAS self-titled album, 1989)
Spin little ballerina
Spin like the wind inside
Twirl in the glass between us
Before you cry
Hold me in arms of vapor
Fold me into your mind
Twirl us in the grass beneath us
Before we die...
Before we die...
Oh...
Beauty wasn't built to last this long
*
(*low throughout*)
Now scream for me
Now scream at me
Now scream to me
Now scream to be...
*
Only the moon can find her feet
I'm the only one she'll meet
In the shadow of the trees, her eyes find me
And she never likes what she sees
Oh...
Beauty wasn't ever gonna last this long
*
(*raised throughout*)
Now scream for me...
Now scream at me...
Now scream to me...
Now scream to be...
*
the only song of hate
I love to hear...
the only song of love
I've learned to fear...
*
(*low*)
Now scream for me...
(*raised*)
Now scream at me...
(*low*)
Now scream to me...
(*raised*)
Now scream to be...
*
Send me a salutation
Something from the other side
Horror in the glass between us
Is all you cry
Your hollow eyes are so much vapor
Clouds are creepin up my spine
It lingers in the grass beneath us
Where our blood lies...
Where our blood lies...
Shhh...
(Jeremy Whitfield, EOAS self-titled album, 1989)
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