Gold Chain

from by Teethmarks

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lyrics

“Kneel down at the foot of the bed”,
he said. “You’re doing fine.”

This paper skin’s only good for tonight. You’re past your prime. It’s getting harder to beat the clock. It’s hard to know what to say. Doors were open, you paid them no mind and you went on your way. Years pass, and you try to survive. Sliding down through a dull suicide. Locked doors and hunger pains. You turn hard and the streets sympathize. It’s a gamble or a coin in each eye.

“Baby, you’re doing fine.”

Lie awake and your mind comes alive. It turns a key. Pours out all the time that’s gone by like a cold machine. It’s still summer. You’re still nineteen. You hear them call. It’s just a voice past the lock in the door. An ugly fight in the hall. Drink fast, it ain’t no candy. Run yourself into a wall. Flashing lights and halos. Visions of the bathroom stall. Gold chain on the tip of your lips, just beyond your teeth. Bitter on the tip of your tongue. Just beyond your reach.

credits

from Survival, track released October 28, 2014
Written & arranged by Teethmarks

Jesse Bennett - Guitar / Vocals / Piano / Feedback
Graham Christian - Vocals
Joe Drebit - Drums
John Wellman - Guitar & Bass / Theremin

Recorded February 2014 at Progold Studios, Toronto
Produced by Ian Blurton & Teethmarks
Recorded and mixed by Ian Blurton
Mastered by Audioseige

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