Friday, December 14, 2012

Beirut OST


This is more or less the story of everyone in Beirut. Every night, after the sun puts itself to voluntary sleep so she doesn't see us anymore. We plush. We mask. We knock ourselves off our consciousness. In the real time world, no one sees us at all. We work all our lives for this moment in time. Cerebrally-absent maniacs on the floor.

Cheers to a great rework. 

And it's Friday already.





Just a Steel-Town girl on a saturday night
Lookin for the fight of her life
In the real time world no one sees her at all
They all say she's crazy

Lockin rythms to the beat of her heart

Changing moment into light
She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance

It can cut you like a knife

If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be

(CHORUS)

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before

On the ice-filled line of sanity

It's a place most never see
It's a hard-won place of mystery
You can touch it but can't hold it

You work all your life for that moment in time

It can come or pass you by
It's a push of the world but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays alive

There's a cold kenetic heat

Struggling, stretching for the beat
Never stopping
With her hair against the wind

(CHORUS)


la la la la la la la la 

la la la la la la la la

(instrumental break)


It can cut you like a knife

If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be

She's a maniac, maniac at your door

And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac at your door
And she's dancing like she never danced before

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