McKinley

McKinley

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Folk - Rock | Portland, Oregon, United States
Total Song Plays: 5,373   
Member Since: 2003
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Song Description

Creepy little sadistic love song with a bit of tenderness. Recalls Isabella Rosselini in "Blue Velvet" asking her confused young lover to hit her. There are some mysterious sounds in the song, but it's pretty much held together by guitar, bass and drums.

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Lyrics

One more night would do just beautifully,
crashing cymbal grand finale,
last-breath kiss as crystal-cracking high C flies
out of me, as we moan a morbid harmony.
Tender and obscene, I back up on you,
you're into me. Tender and obscene, you're
into me.

You could be, you could be cruel.
You could be, you could be cruel,
a careless, smoking Bogey, and I'll be
Rosellini.
Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me.

Beer backs down to the places you left,
a slow hand inside pushing down
brings back whiskey burn in my chest,
whisker burn on my neck, I draw you
black and white from way up here.
You're just barstool, Camels, and a beer.

You could be, you could be cruel.
You could be, you could be cruel,
a careless, smoking Bogey, and I'll be
Rosellini.
Rosellini asking slap me, slap me, slap me.

Song Length
5:15
Genre
Pop - Rock
Tempo / Feel
Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal
Female Vocal
Moods
Troubled, Restless

Subject Matter
Books, Television

Similar Artists
Cowboy Junkies, Bjork
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits McKinley
Music Credits McKinley
Producer Credits David Torn
Performance Credits McKinley, Matt Chamberlain, Fima Ephron, Adam Widoff, David Torn
Label Credits Gold Circle