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Like Ethiopia, just better dressed
Recorded on 07/16/05
Guitar : Brandon van Eeden
Vocals : Will Edgecumbe
Bass : Ross Turpin
Drums : Juan de Lange
Lead vocals and lyrics by Will Edgecumbe from The Rising End. Recorded in a transition period when Wesley van Eeden (Lead vocals) left Crossingpoint.
This version was later re-recorded with Ray Douglas on vocals. See the notes for that for more info.
Vocals : Will Edgecumbe
Bass : Ross Turpin
Drums : Juan de Lange
Lead vocals and lyrics by Will Edgecumbe from The Rising End. Recorded in a transition period when Wesley van Eeden (Lead vocals) left Crossingpoint.
This version was later re-recorded with Ray Douglas on vocals. See the notes for that for more info.
Lyrics
She is not magazine perfect enough
Airbrush, shrink, enlarge,
Smoothen, whiten, glisten
Now it'll do, just a frame, a skeleton
To build on to or take away from
Is that a smile or a grimace?
The thousand words it paints
Are only synonyms of false, unhappy and empty.
Does attraction only lie in the eyes?
The bar moves higher with every jump
With every glossy photo and pose
With every pout of electronic lips
Someone is dying!
Go to the mall to see those struck by famine We made them that way With each cat call and lustful look We take food out her mouth Is that a smile or a grimace?
The thousand words it paints
Are only synonyms of false, unhappy and empty.
If you could love with your eyes closed
Maybe she wouldn't be malnourished
Stop pursuing perfection
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who she is?
Airbrush, shrink, enlarge,
Smoothen, whiten, glisten
Now it'll do, just a frame, a skeleton
To build on to or take away from
Is that a smile or a grimace?
The thousand words it paints
Are only synonyms of false, unhappy and empty.
Does attraction only lie in the eyes?
The bar moves higher with every jump
With every glossy photo and pose
With every pout of electronic lips
Someone is dying!
Go to the mall to see those struck by famine We made them that way With each cat call and lustful look We take food out her mouth Is that a smile or a grimace?
The thousand words it paints
Are only synonyms of false, unhappy and empty.
If you could love with your eyes closed
Maybe she wouldn't be malnourished
Stop pursuing perfection
Do you know who you are?
Do you know who she is?
