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No sleep
You're counting those falling
Turn white as a sheet
In the face of the rain grown colder
The wild flower waltzing
The locomotive crawling
But on the wheels where the rust don't stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain
No time to ride
On the back of a beast such as suicide
Join me, come meet me
Black lights suit you baby
Too sweet
It's there for the killing
Lie there at your feet
But the face in the mirror has grown older
A bell's distant ringing
The scorpion stinging
Bells making noise, but your mind don't care
Words screaming in like you you're not even there
Inside, inside
To the back of a train they call suicide
Join me, come meet me
You know the black light suits you baby
Inside, inside
To the back of a train they call suicide
Join me, come meet me
You know the black light suits you baby
No time to ride
On the back of a beast such as suicide
Join me, come meet me
You know the black light suits you baby
You're counting those falling
Turn white as a sheet
In the face of the rain grown colder
The wild flower waltzing
The locomotive crawling
But on the wheels where the rust don't stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain
On the back of a beast such as suicide
Join me, come meet me
Black lights suit you baby
It's there for the killing
Lie there at your feet
But the face in the mirror has grown older
A bell's distant ringing
The scorpion stinging
Bells making noise, but your mind don't care
Words screaming in like you you're not even there
To the back of a train they call suicide
Join me, come meet me
You know the black light suits you baby
To the back of a train they call suicide
Join me, come meet me
You know the black light suits you baby
On the back of a beast such as suicide
Join me, come meet me
You know the black light suits you baby
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no sleep, your countenance fallen turned white as a sheet in the face of the rain growing colder the wallflower waltzing locomotive crawling blood on the wheels where the rust don't stain your self chosen cure is your self chosen pain
no time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide johnny come lately the black light suits you baby
too sweet it's there for the killing laying there at your feet but the face in the mirror's grown older a bell distant ringing a scorá¹—ion stinging the wheel's making noise but your mind don't care the world screaming in like you're not even there inside, inside to the back of a train they call suicide join me, come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby
you slide inside to the back of a train they call suicide johnny come lately you know the black light suits you baby
I haven't thought much about what this song meant. Does anyone know if Layne wrote this? I must say, Mark Lanegan sounds amazing singing this, but I wish it would have been recorded with Layne Staley.
This is definitely Mark Lanegan's writing style, if you ask me I would probably say Mark wrote the 3 new songs in the deluxe edition of Mad Season. Layne did write a lot of great stuff, and you probably know that in Alice In Chains Jerry Cantrell also wrote many good songs. If you enjoyed Mark you should try some of he's music; Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan, Soulsavers, Screaming Trees and he's solo albums - not everything is good (at least thats what I think) but theres some very good songs, like Watchpocket Blues by Screaming Trees, and Metamphetamine blues by himself....
This is definitely Mark Lanegan's writing style, if you ask me I would probably say Mark wrote the 3 new songs in the deluxe edition of Mad Season. Layne did write a lot of great stuff, and you probably know that in Alice In Chains Jerry Cantrell also wrote many good songs. If you enjoyed Mark you should try some of he's music; Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan, Soulsavers, Screaming Trees and he's solo albums - not everything is good (at least thats what I think) but theres some very good songs, like Watchpocket Blues by Screaming Trees, and Metamphetamine blues by himself.
Mark penned