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Vampire Thoughts
Robert Warrington
Includes a few strands of ambient noise from SoundBible and Soundproz but the backing track is mostly a weaving together of drum uploads by copperhead and guitar uploads by Javolenus.
The added vocal and extra drums are available to download as mp3s.
If you don’t touch me soon
You put a spanner in the propeller
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be hung out to dry
If I’m not wrapped in the flag of your scent
My star will fall like a hundredweight bag of cement
I may as well curl up and die
If you don’t touch me soon
There’s no relieving the tension
If you don’t touch me soon
There’ll be only defeat
If I don’t get the all clear
To hear the moon leaf engine
Of your heart’s unbearably sweet temporary beat
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be bones in a casket
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be a basket case
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll fade
Like a long lost air that’s no longer played
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be a waste of space
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be stuttering and twitching
If you don’t touch me soon
My body will pay
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll get sick
The tide will come back and I’ll be up to my neck
My skin will crawl till it crawls away
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be thrown to the wolf pack
If you don’t touch me soon
The undead will get in
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll be a stain
That zombie will eat my brain
I’ll be under an infected regime
If you don’t pick out
The barbs and the stingers
If I don’t get to hold
Either one of your hands
If I don’t get to see
Light filtered through your fingers
I can never be a sea beast waking in a forest of fronds
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be a head in a hatbox
Having died a slow death
By a thousand cuts
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll be gone
I’ll be alone with the mist-magnified moon
These coffin-shaped memories and these vampire thoughts
The added vocal and extra drums are available to download as mp3s.
If you don’t touch me soon
You put a spanner in the propeller
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be hung out to dry
If I’m not wrapped in the flag of your scent
My star will fall like a hundredweight bag of cement
I may as well curl up and die
If you don’t touch me soon
There’s no relieving the tension
If you don’t touch me soon
There’ll be only defeat
If I don’t get the all clear
To hear the moon leaf engine
Of your heart’s unbearably sweet temporary beat
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be bones in a casket
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be a basket case
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll fade
Like a long lost air that’s no longer played
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be a waste of space
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be stuttering and twitching
If you don’t touch me soon
My body will pay
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll get sick
The tide will come back and I’ll be up to my neck
My skin will crawl till it crawls away
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be thrown to the wolf pack
If you don’t touch me soon
The undead will get in
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll be a stain
That zombie will eat my brain
I’ll be under an infected regime
If you don’t pick out
The barbs and the stingers
If I don’t get to hold
Either one of your hands
If I don’t get to see
Light filtered through your fingers
I can never be a sea beast waking in a forest of fronds
If you don’t touch me soon
I’ll be a head in a hatbox
Having died a slow death
By a thousand cuts
If you don’t touch me soon I’ll be gone
I’ll be alone with the mist-magnified moon
These coffin-shaped memories and these vampire thoughts