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caltan is a purveyor of musical crack. She is also, incidentally, a purveyor of musical crack with lyrics that I cannot find on Google. The only solution to this terrible problem is for me to transcribe them myself. Dammit.Along the Amazon
by Charlie Bisharat (well, the music, at least; I have no idea if he wrote these lyrics)
Sitting on this raft made of steel,
I understand the fears that you must feel.
Coldness of the heart so real,
A crushing force behind the driver's wheel.
Look around--
Everything is gone.
Nothing found
Along the Amazon,
Along the Amazon.
Peering through the fog overhead,
I hear the echoes of the things you've said.
Wishing that I listened instead,
I know that I have pierced the heart that bled.
Look around--
Everything is gone.
Nothing found
Along the Amazon.
Here I am rowing down this river,
All alone,
Left to face the truth out in the cold.
Look at how I begin to shiver--
I should've known
This is what it means to sell your soul.
Sitting on this raft made of steel,
I understand the fears that you must feel.
Coldness of the heart so real,
A crushing force behind the driver's wheel.
Here I am rowing down this river,
All alone,
Left to face the truth out in the cold.
Look at how I begin to shiver.
I should've known
This is what it means to sell your soul.
Look around--
Everything is gone.
Nothing found
Along the Amazon.
Look around--
Everything is gone.
Not a sound
Along the Amazon.
Look around--
Everything is gone.
Feel the ground
Along the Amazon.
Look around--
Everything is gone.
Out of bounds
Along the Amazon.
