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Annoying Noise of Death Lyrics
It was an eight minute ceremony
Everyone was there
The groom wore a black cape
The bride with diamonds in her hair
They disappeared like the troubadors
They're not coming back
We really knew how to have some fun
They're not alive, not one of them, yeah
I sit alone in my room
I'm so damned depressed
I reenact plays on the polo field
I've never ridden a horse
That's just the trouble with magazines
I get so involved
Recalling my days in North Africa
I've never crossed the Atlantic, yeah
My parents lived a life less glamorous
Working away in Las Vegas
'72 Vista Cruiser
They even lived in it
I'll gladly tell you all about it
I can't remember it
I'll say, "Those were the days of the troubadors
They're not coming back"
We really knew how to have some fun
Before my parents got divorced, yeah
Everyone was there
The groom wore a black cape
The bride with diamonds in her hair
They're not coming back
We really knew how to have some fun
They're not alive, not one of them, yeah
I'm so damned depressed
I reenact plays on the polo field
I've never ridden a horse
I get so involved
Recalling my days in North Africa
I've never crossed the Atlantic, yeah
Working away in Las Vegas
'72 Vista Cruiser
They even lived in it
I can't remember it
I'll say, "Those were the days of the troubadors
They're not coming back"
We really knew how to have some fun
Before my parents got divorced, yeah
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this is "Troubadours"
this song has is called "troubadors" and "annoying noise of death." rilo kiley often give their songs multiple titles. confusing.
"annoying noise of death" is the part after "troubadours" on "troubadours/the annoying noise of death." there are no words to it.
Well I'm not completely clear on the whole song, but the verses "I sit alone in my room I'm so damned depressed I reinact plays on the polo field I've never ridden a horse
That's just the trouble with magazines I get so involved Recalling my days in north Africa I've never crossed the Atlantic, yea"
Just really makes sense to me, how you can get so absorbed in the things that aren't real, stories and things like that, that it gets depressing to know that it's not actually real.