Raw Celluloid Dreams (v2)

Lyrics

Projector lamp starts its buzz
Sticky underfoot, that's what it was
Velvet seats, threadbare and deep
Secrets that the shadows keep
A cheap perfume, a stale smoke air
No fart and smoke air
Nobody really seems to care
That grainy picture starts to roll
Something just takes a hold
You watch the flicker on the wall
An answer to its dirty call
This ain't no silver screen
Silver screen fantasy
Just raw, sayonara, wild and free
A low rent stage, a broken dream
But it feels real, so real to me
Outside the asphalt gleams with oil
Engine coughs, a hard-worn toil
Chroma on some beat-up ride
Nowhere left for truth to hide
Flicker and mark is half burnt out
No way to ever turn about
That grainy picture starts to roll
Something just takes a hold
You watch the flicker on the wall
An answer to its dirty call
This ain't no silver screen
Silver screen fantasy
Just raw, sayonara, wild and free
A low rent stage, a broken dream
But it feels real, so real to me
I hate the grind, the desperate sound
Yet I'm rooted to this ground
A strange appeal, a broken pull
Fills up this hungry skull
I fight it, but I hold my breath
Dancing close with sweet, sweet, sweet death
This ain't no silver screen
Fantasy
Just raw, sayonara, wild and free
A low rent stage, a broken dream
But it feels real, so real to me
Feels real, so real to me
This dirty reel sets something free