I'll Call You Mine

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With due respect to her original work, I made a reworked version of it.

"October Passed Me By - girl in red"
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October Passed Me By (Rework)

Female Robbery

I Cant Find You?

driedblood

Are you in the stars

Rainbows

You laughed while you pulled the trigger,
But the truth don’t stay concealed.

Every lie’s a seed you planted,
And baby, now it’s startin’ to grow.

What you serve comes back around,
No matter how you try.

You fed into the fight.
You thought you’d dine forever,
On the pain that you reserved—
But karma’s got no menu,
And you’ll get what you deserve.

Now you’re stranded in the silence,
Hear the echo of it all.

You can’t buy your way back home.
Every tear that you ignored
Is a debt you now own.


Every sin’s a course you made,
Now sit down — it’s time to taste.

Karma’s got no menu,
And you’ll get what you deserve.


No Menu

I BECOME

Bones in Butter are:
Milutin Krašević - vocals, synths, samples, music and lyrics
Luna Škopelja - vocals
Todor Živković . guitars, FX
Srdjan Popov - bass, mix & master
Marcelo Effori - drums

This Is Not What You Promised Us

The streets were crowded with people looking to the sky
We were waiting for a ray of light
But instead we saw an ugly face in the clouds 

Now we all know this is not what you promised us
Now we all know this is not what you promised us

We thought we knew exactly what you had in mind
We sold our souls, left everything behind
And then you botched, you lied, you broke everything

Now we all know this is you, this is who you are
Now we all know this is you, this is who you are

Your face is slowly fading into oblivion
The sun is shining through the clouds
And we’re next in line to wash away the shame, wash away our blame

Now we all know this was not what you’d promised us
Now we all know this was not what you’d promised us

This Is Not What You Promised Us

The Electric Light Orchestra, Magazine and Frank Tovey walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, “What is this, some kind of joke?”

This Is Not What You Promised Us

Bones In Butter