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This track sets a mood in a very atypical style for me, but sometimes you have to turn off the lights, close your eyes, and go to a dark place emotionally. The lyrics, however, are just a bunch of tool puns.

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My room is dimly lit,
Filled with soothing solitude;
An apt comparison for now.
Mired in the heavy air,
The thick and rigid silence,
I attempt to recollect
Just how the story went.

Where were the words?
Over the shoulder,
Tossed aside, I caught a chill.
For what it's worth
You tried to screw me over, but
I know the drill.

I lurched when you walked out.
Never rush to hesitate.
Although, I love to watch you leave.
Fired up to swallow pride.
The thick and rigid silence
Has a choke hold. Get a grip.
And so the story goes.

Where were the words?

For what it's worth
You plied the nail on the head.
It's not a drill.

And midnight meanders by.
Stop ticking. The hands belie.
Dawn gives it another try,
And silently so do I.

So were the words
Read off the handle,
Off the cuff? You've got to chill.
For what it's worth
You bored the hole, I dropped the tool.
It's just a drill.

©2007 Brian Michael Weidemann

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from Scantily Clad Singularity, released December 31, 2007
Music, lyrics, performance, recording ©2007 Brian Michael Weidemann

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Brimaxian Portland, Oregon

A persistently versatile mix of guitars, keys, synth strings, and more, in the rock, acoustic, and alternative genres. Dense, poetic wordplay sung by a semi-amateur baritone. Wry wit, hot guitar licks, and the occasional augmented sixth chord.

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