Masterfade
Lyrics
Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun With that heavy-metal gaze, they'll have to measure in tons And when you look up at the sky All you see are zerosfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
acoustic rock instrumentationfolk influences
use of a string ensemble
thru composed melodic style
acoustic sonority
mixed minor & major key tonality
a good dose of acoustic guitar pickin'
acoustic rhythm guitars
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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When the sky is full of zeros and ones Masterfade I could a played along the masterfade Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid, no I mean Christ who knows? If the green grass is 6 and the soybeans are 7 I could a played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long I could a played along the masterfade The 1's just hold their place, 0's make a smiley face It's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid The masterfade Songwriter: Andrew Wegman Bird Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun And all you see are zeros and ones With that heavy-metal gaze, they'll have to measure in tons If we're all matter when we're done? No no, I could a played Mah Jongg but it just takes too long And when you look up at the sky When you're lying on the ground staring up at that inverted compass And I just can't remember which way the east wind blows 'Cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade You took my hand and led me down to watch the Kewpie Doll Parade What's it matter? Does it matter? All you see are zeros With GPS, you know it's all just a matter of degrees You took my hand and led me down to watch a Papillon Parade Publisher: WEGAWAM MUSIC And we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade Does it matter? If we're all matter I thought at last, I'd found a situation you can't explain We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade When they come floating down from the heaven And I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain The June bugs are 8, the weeds and thistles are 11 Who the hell can remember which way the east wind blows


