After Hours

Carinhoso

A stark, cold descent into cycles of division, memory, and human repetition with minimalist lyrics echo like old orders whispered through frozen air.
Built on long, brooding structures with reverberated guitars and distant tension, this track unfolds slowly, unraveling like a document buried in dust.
A deep breath of controlled melancholy — quietly explosive, emotionally precise.
Solos drift with restraint, never rushing — they linger like ghosts of lost ideals.
For those who love long-format psych built on unease, space, and philosophical weight.

David Floyd

Iron Curtain

A lovey oder Paul Simon track that too often gets overlooked.

AMERICAN TUNE GTG - Roger Edwards

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

pb2025

She,  eats the flies

Szept wiatru

Verse 1
Out in Wichita, Kansas
Out on the wide and open plains
We took our families met our friends there
And we lifted our refrains

Thousands gathered and still more came
As the days turned into weeks               
There was weeping there was crying
As the mourners filled the streets

Chorus 1
Bleeding Kansas
Again a sword has come
Bleeding Kansas
The will of God be done

Bleeding Kansas                      
The right to life we cried
Bleeding Kansas
Must pre-born children die?
Must they die?

Verse 2
There was a killer George Tiller
Who garnered folks distain
Pre-born children were his victims
Who never saw the light of day

Many sat down near the clinic
Holding signs of their dissent
TV cameras found a few there
Who let angry feelings vent

Chorus 2
Bleeding Kansas
Again a sword has come
Bleeding Kansas
The will of God be done

Bleeding Kansas                      
The right to life we cried
Bleeding Kansas
Must pre-born children die?
Must they die

Verse 3
Legislators made their judgments
And they finally got their way
They cleared the sidewalks filled the jail cells           
So injustice won that day

Chorus 3
Bleeding Kansas
Again a sword has come
Bleeding Kansas
The will of God be done

Bleeding Kansas                      
The right to life we cried
Bleeding Kansas
Must pre-born children die?
Must they die
Must they die
Must they die

Dement

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