"Death" genre: Goth
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	Grim, morbid, cold: all that is death.
	CD: Swimming in Plaid Credits: Written and performed by The Fungus
	Story Behind the Song The lyrics were written years before the song. Dave went through my poetry book and this one caught his eye. He added the chorus and wrote the music. This was one of my favorites to play, it's so dark and mysterious. We would turn down all the lights and have a strobe behind the drums. Brian would have to close his eyes so the strobe wouldn't mess up his rhythm! The first time we recorded this in Dave's garage, someone's mom thought it was the Doors. What a complement! Lyrics Closed doors, silent halls Tranquil scenes, crooked walls Pensive moods, sight eludes Creeping over blood red falls. This is my brain, come in and play We are your children and we hope you fade away. Clouds cover the cold day Within the light the monsters sway Burning, seething, yearning, teething So hidden under rocks they lay Unspoken words echo Oppressed in deep black snow Innocence lost, nowhere to go On vermillion rivers Death doth flow.

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