the aliens dialed my reality in my dream with a sound like that

always love the Beatles type of sound you all have

Chords: Bm-A-G-f#

Try it Lyrics

come on, try it
Yeah, taste it
then regret it,
and of corse; deny it

Yeah, taste and try, regret and deny, deny and deny,
til the day you die

And forget it,
yeah, delete it,
then repeat it,
'til its depleted

Yeah, taste and lie, regret and deny,forget and retry
til the day you die
til the day you die
remember to deny
til the day you die, til the day you die

Try it

Taste it

Well, you can run, but you can't hide. 
There's no escape from what's inside.
You can try and write your words out in a song.
But we all show when something's wrong.

When you're only showing one face to the world.
When you're trying to make your mind up on a girl.
When you're escaping this world into your own.
You should know that you can never make it home.

I believe it. 
All the money flies away.
I'll be leaving, but the rest of you can stay.
I remember almost every little phrase.
I was here.
I was here.
The facade... will fade away.

Well, we all live, and we all die.
Imagination helps you get on by.
Is there a constant revolution in your soul?
It's a shame that we all have to get so old.

When you lay there on a morning on your own.
When you can not find a place to rest your bones.
When the nighttime comes to help you get away.
When you find out, it won't matter what you say.

I believe it. 
All the money flies away.
I'll be leaving, but the rest of you can stay.
I remember almost every little phrase.
I was here.
I was here.
The facade... will fade away.

Fade Away

As the light from the morning streams in through the cold window pane.
All the ghosts in the city streets, hiding their heads from the rain.
You won't keep my city clean.
Took all my dopamine.
Raining and cold.
You can't give my dreams away.
Lost them all yesterday.
Mourning, now I'm old.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

As the noise from the cars gets in, hide from the night, you're in starlight, never day.
This way, you can never win, dont know where to begin.
Morning, Mrs Jones.
And, a check in the mirror shows where all the dark things go.
Always, feel the same.
Fuck it, let's have another line, forget the march of time.
Fire, it glows.

Ah, You don't even need to get far.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't need to know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

Morning (Que Sera)

Well, I was born.
On St Crispins day.
And the autumn sky.
Was a cloudy grey.
Oh, you ain't got nothing, babe.
That I couldn't take.

Oh, I was here.
I had my time.
I don't want to live.
I don't want to die.
When I say i'm leaving.
Know, that can't be right.

Catch me a star.
I'm falling deeper into you.
Catch me a smile from somewhere.
Anyone will do.
Make a wish on my rainbow.
While I play the fool.
Catch me your broken reasons.
Take it as I do.
Catch me your golden moment.
From out of the blue.
Catch me a star.
Catch me a light.
Catch my night.
Falling, deeper into you.

Now I can't breathe.
And I can't cry.
And I can't be drinking.
No good for my mind.
I been searching out for.
Things that I can't find.

From within the dark.
You can't see the light.
And within the tempest. Yeah.
It's hard to see the fight.
No, there's no escaping.
For the broken mind .

Catch me a star.
I'm falling deeper into you.
Catch me a smile from somewhere.
Anyone will do.
Make a wish on my rainbow.
While I play the fool.
Catch me your broken reasons.
Take it as I do.
Catch me your golden moment.
From out of the blue.
Catch me a star.
Catch me a light.
Catch my night.
Falling, deeper into you.


Catch Me [Outro]

You Too, My Child by The Dark Messiahs is a melancholic drift through late-night shadows. A delicate piano ostinato sets the foundation, its steady repetition both grounding and hypnotic. Sticks Thompson’s drums remain understated, more suggestion than force, while Wilt Flowers' bass murmurs in deep conversation. Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet weave mellow, melodic lines, their interplay rich with longing. Sonny Rhodes' piano guides the piece with restraint, each note carrying weight in the silence around it. A sparse yet immersive composition, You Too, My Child lingers like the last light in an empty bar, intimate and unresolved.

You Too My Child [Dark jazz | Doom Jazz]

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