BLUE AND BLACK FROM EDGE TO EDGE
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โฑ๏ธ 2:08 duration
๐ ID: 27693628
๐ Lyrics
It probably won't surprise you to learn
That the pages found littering this island
After David Brownleys death
The same pages that were piled in
Teetering stacks in the lighthouse he kept
Were covered in stories
Fairytales according to the commissions records
Most pages had a main story
And then second, third, and fourth ones
Written in the margins
With further stories still squeezed in-between the lines
Filling every space, every gap
With writing, too small to be readable
Until the pages in some cases were blue and black
From edge to edge
None were transcribed, none were kept
The younger brother
Down by the bank of the river flowing out of the forest
Screamed in fear
The other two brothers ran over
To see what had startled him and found
Lolling in the scum
A decomposing rams head
Waterlogged, cloudy eyed, almost all skull
But for a few patches of matted fur
A shrivelled raisin like tongue
And dried browning gums still clinging to yellow teeth
The older brother smirked
And went to grab the skull by its one remaining horn
To taunt his younger brothers with it
But before he could
The skull did what no skull ever should
It cleared its throat
That the pages found littering this island
After David Brownleys death
The same pages that were piled in
Teetering stacks in the lighthouse he kept
Were covered in stories
Fairytales according to the commissions records
Most pages had a main story
And then second, third, and fourth ones
Written in the margins
With further stories still squeezed in-between the lines
Filling every space, every gap
With writing, too small to be readable
Until the pages in some cases were blue and black
From edge to edge
None were transcribed, none were kept
The younger brother
Down by the bank of the river flowing out of the forest
Screamed in fear
The other two brothers ran over
To see what had startled him and found
Lolling in the scum
A decomposing rams head
Waterlogged, cloudy eyed, almost all skull
But for a few patches of matted fur
A shrivelled raisin like tongue
And dried browning gums still clinging to yellow teeth
The older brother smirked
And went to grab the skull by its one remaining horn
To taunt his younger brothers with it
But before he could
The skull did what no skull ever should
It cleared its throat
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.19] It probably won't surprise you to learn
[00:05.32] That the pages found littering this island
[00:11.57] After David Brownleys death
[00:13.07] The same pages that were piled in
[00:16.56] Teetering stacks in the lighthouse he kept
[00:21.36] Were covered in stories
[00:25.60] Fairytales according to the commissions records
[00:32.08] Most pages had a main story
[00:34.93] And then second, third, and fourth ones
[00:39.20] Written in the margins
[00:41.17] With further stories still squeezed in-between the lines
[00:45.56] Filling every space, every gap
[00:49.52] With writing, too small to be readable
[00:54.90] Until the pages in some cases were blue and black
[01:00.35] From edge to edge
[01:06.61] None were transcribed, none were kept
[01:14.08] The younger brother
[01:16.22] Down by the bank of the river flowing out of the forest
[01:19.66] Screamed in fear
[01:22.28] The other two brothers ran over
[01:24.19] To see what had startled him and found
[01:27.38] Lolling in the scum
[01:29.20] A decomposing rams head
[01:32.83] Waterlogged, cloudy eyed, almost all skull
[01:37.52] But for a few patches of matted fur
[01:40.82] A shrivelled raisin like tongue
[01:43.18] And dried browning gums still clinging to yellow teeth
[01:50.11] The older brother smirked
[01:52.06] And went to grab the skull by its one remaining horn
[01:55.36] To taunt his younger brothers with it
[01:58.75] But before he could
[02:00.56] The skull did what no skull ever should
[02:05.48] It cleared its throat
[02:06.53]
[00:05.32] That the pages found littering this island
[00:11.57] After David Brownleys death
[00:13.07] The same pages that were piled in
[00:16.56] Teetering stacks in the lighthouse he kept
[00:21.36] Were covered in stories
[00:25.60] Fairytales according to the commissions records
[00:32.08] Most pages had a main story
[00:34.93] And then second, third, and fourth ones
[00:39.20] Written in the margins
[00:41.17] With further stories still squeezed in-between the lines
[00:45.56] Filling every space, every gap
[00:49.52] With writing, too small to be readable
[00:54.90] Until the pages in some cases were blue and black
[01:00.35] From edge to edge
[01:06.61] None were transcribed, none were kept
[01:14.08] The younger brother
[01:16.22] Down by the bank of the river flowing out of the forest
[01:19.66] Screamed in fear
[01:22.28] The other two brothers ran over
[01:24.19] To see what had startled him and found
[01:27.38] Lolling in the scum
[01:29.20] A decomposing rams head
[01:32.83] Waterlogged, cloudy eyed, almost all skull
[01:37.52] But for a few patches of matted fur
[01:40.82] A shrivelled raisin like tongue
[01:43.18] And dried browning gums still clinging to yellow teeth
[01:50.11] The older brother smirked
[01:52.06] And went to grab the skull by its one remaining horn
[01:55.36] To taunt his younger brothers with it
[01:58.75] But before he could
[02:00.56] The skull did what no skull ever should
[02:05.48] It cleared its throat
[02:06.53]