Song | The Gove Curve |
Artist | Rumour Cubes |
Album | The Narrow State |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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[03:48.40] | Cold white fish on woods |
[03:51.63] | Beneath the river |
[03:53.05] | Fast bright schools bleed silver |
[03:55.39] | Contract, bend stab bend |
[03:58.42] | Touch on light on scales they |
[04:01.05] | Divest and vie |
[04:03.12] | Patterns on tiers |
[04:04.42] | Of municipal glass |
[04:06.45] | “The money follows the child” |
[04:08.35] | Attend to the fish bone |
[04:10.30] | The slim neck, |
[04:11.30] | Crooked hush, |
[04:12.15] | A down, |
[04:13.15] | Put down handle |
[04:14.55] | “Stab in the dark” |
[04:15.63] | In a film, handle |
[04:17.10] | An old black phone, what? |
[04:19.02] | For this one is the gove-curve |
[04:21.19] | No this one is the gove-curve |
[04:24.00] | The river, |
[04:24.65] | The silt, |
[04:25.68] | Smoothed cling film gutted |
[04:27.64] | Gape of rock |
[04:28.56] | Where guts slip, |
[04:30.10] | Deep. Red. Oak. Grain. |
[04:32.65] | The state is narrow |
[04:34.18] | And you are basically gone |
[04:36.34] | Gone all bone-scuba |
[04:38.23] | It is in the varnished fucking floor |
[04:40.46] | Your face a rut around us |
[04:43.18] | Build. To. Up. Crinkle. Shine. |
[04:45.54] | Like the winds that hurt us on Mars |
[04:51.56] | Two |
[04:53.53] | Float perfectly sad leaf |
[04:56.61] | Float bright fresh green fold |
[04:59.37] | Feathers torn the dead wing |
[05:01.31] | Sunk in the wreath boat |
[05:02.98] | Sunk in fine claps of copper flame |
[05:06.38] | Orange and green flecks |
[05:08.40] | Silent carnival |
[05:10.03] | Blinkless eyes |
[05:16.45] |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[03:48.40] | Cold white fish on woods |
[03:51.63] | Beneath the river |
[03:53.05] | Fast bright schools bleed silver |
[03:55.39] | Contract, bend stab bend |
[03:58.42] | Touch on light on scales they |
[04:01.05] | Divest and vie |
[04:03.12] | Patterns on tiers |
[04:04.42] | Of municipal glass |
[04:06.45] | " The money follows the child" |
[04:08.35] | Attend to the fish bone |
[04:10.30] | The slim neck, |
[04:11.30] | Crooked hush, |
[04:12.15] | A down, |
[04:13.15] | Put down handle |
[04:14.55] | " Stab in the dark" |
[04:15.63] | In a film, handle |
[04:17.10] | An old black phone, what? |
[04:19.02] | For this one is the govecurve |
[04:21.19] | No this one is the govecurve |
[04:24.00] | The river, |
[04:24.65] | The silt, |
[04:25.68] | Smoothed cling film gutted |
[04:27.64] | Gape of rock |
[04:28.56] | Where guts slip, |
[04:30.10] | Deep. Red. Oak. Grain. |
[04:32.65] | The state is narrow |
[04:34.18] | And you are basically gone |
[04:36.34] | Gone all bonescuba |
[04:38.23] | It is in the varnished fucking floor |
[04:40.46] | Your face a rut around us |
[04:43.18] | Build. To. Up. Crinkle. Shine. |
[04:45.54] | Like the winds that hurt us on Mars |
[04:51.56] | Two |
[04:53.53] | Float perfectly sad leaf |
[04:56.61] | Float bright fresh green fold |
[04:59.37] | Feathers torn the dead wing |
[05:01.31] | Sunk in the wreath boat |
[05:02.98] | Sunk in fine claps of copper flame |
[05:06.38] | Orange and green flecks |
[05:08.40] | Silent carnival |
[05:10.03] | Blinkless eyes |
[05:16.45] |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[03:48.40] | Cold white fish on woods |
[03:51.63] | Beneath the river |
[03:53.05] | Fast bright schools bleed silver |
[03:55.39] | Contract, bend stab bend |
[03:58.42] | Touch on light on scales they |
[04:01.05] | Divest and vie |
[04:03.12] | Patterns on tiers |
[04:04.42] | Of municipal glass |
[04:06.45] | " The money follows the child" |
[04:08.35] | Attend to the fish bone |
[04:10.30] | The slim neck, |
[04:11.30] | Crooked hush, |
[04:12.15] | A down, |
[04:13.15] | Put down handle |
[04:14.55] | " Stab in the dark" |
[04:15.63] | In a film, handle |
[04:17.10] | An old black phone, what? |
[04:19.02] | For this one is the govecurve |
[04:21.19] | No this one is the govecurve |
[04:24.00] | The river, |
[04:24.65] | The silt, |
[04:25.68] | Smoothed cling film gutted |
[04:27.64] | Gape of rock |
[04:28.56] | Where guts slip, |
[04:30.10] | Deep. Red. Oak. Grain. |
[04:32.65] | The state is narrow |
[04:34.18] | And you are basically gone |
[04:36.34] | Gone all bonescuba |
[04:38.23] | It is in the varnished fucking floor |
[04:40.46] | Your face a rut around us |
[04:43.18] | Build. To. Up. Crinkle. Shine. |
[04:45.54] | Like the winds that hurt us on Mars |
[04:51.56] | Two |
[04:53.53] | Float perfectly sad leaf |
[04:56.61] | Float bright fresh green fold |
[04:59.37] | Feathers torn the dead wing |
[05:01.31] | Sunk in the wreath boat |
[05:02.98] | Sunk in fine claps of copper flame |
[05:06.38] | Orange and green flecks |
[05:08.40] | Silent carnival |
[05:10.03] | Blinkless eyes |
[05:16.45] |