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Shutterghosts Lyrics
Proselytizing:
reorganizing
all the flash photography
to set a stage,display a play
where everybody knows the curtain calls are like obituaries,
and scripted dramas
end in tragic parodies.
still your paranoid,
sifting through Polaroid's -
you know it's the pictures that you don't remember
that make you who you are.
so i put out candles and we shout clear
and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)
through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried
[. . .to save my life]
overexposure, or underdevelopment?
trying not to dwell on the negatives...
this film is lost in all but the darkest dark rooms it calls home.
still your paranoid,
sifting through Polaroid's -
you know it's the pictures that you don't remember
that make you who you are.
so i put out candles and we shout clear
and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)
through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried
[. . .to save my life]
shutter ghosts speak 1,000 words a second.
but the world is not a still life
[. . .of a tranquil lake where a boy drowned yesterday.]
so i put out candles and we shout clear
and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)
through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried
[. . .to save my life]
like the photographs where the boy is me.
and i'm not who he wanted to be.
reorganizing
all the flash photography
to set a stage,display a play
where everybody knows the curtain calls are like obituaries,
and scripted dramas
end in tragic parodies.
sifting through Polaroid's -
you know it's the pictures that you don't remember
that make you who you are.
and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)
through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried
[. . .to save my life]
trying not to dwell on the negatives...
this film is lost in all but the darkest dark rooms it calls home.
sifting through Polaroid's -
you know it's the pictures that you don't remember
that make you who you are.
and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)
through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried
[. . .to save my life]
but the world is not a still life
[. . .of a tranquil lake where a boy drowned yesterday.]
and send eighteen shocks (one for every year)
through a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it tried
[. . .to save my life]
and i'm not who he wanted to be.
Song Info
Submitted by
bdon12 On Feb 12, 2007
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To me this song is almost like the prequel to "Planning a Prison Break". It's about looking back at your life and all of the things that have been exposed and made concrete by pictures, memories, stories, etc and how the darker things, the things that inspire paranoia are never caught on polaroids. They are hidden in the dark room and they vibrate with the frequency of what you truly are and one day this may catch up to you and you realize you are not who you wanted to be or though you were. It's at this point that I think a person would choose to plan a prison break from their own body and rid themselves of that which they no longer want to be and of their own toxic nature.