[Frankly, Parker is operating on near autopilot by this point.
Six weeks ago, she'd probably have tried to fight her kidnappers hand to hand. Now? She flops down on a bean bag chair and opens her laptop, unslinging her guitar from around her back and plugging in the launchpad.
The first few minutes are silent, as she fiddles with the settings and seems to test out various chords, but after about ten minutes she begins to play, singing clearly and without much regard for volume. She's not exceptionally loud, but you'll probably need to be at least halfway across the room to tune her out.]
Why the hell do I not know? You're written all over everyone's clothes. Nobody taught me how it would go, from here on out.
Ohhhh, they called you down and out and underground. Now I'm the one that they're calling now (the one that they're calling now). Now that I know that there's a chance, I set up a ransom, my list of demands You just better follow through or it'll all break where I stand
They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do," So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
So I know you're on a distant shore, but I hope this letter strikes a chord, that sews together my torn-up brain, over and over and over again, I see them eating space and time, hoping that it fractures, Cause everything that ever happens shows me what we never got.
They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do," So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
You better tie yourself to this, cause when I reach the breakdown and the bridge, I'm throwing it down into the ravening pit, and you better crawl your way out with it!
So go head and blame it on your grin, those awestruck looks you'll never take in, All those hearts you were proud to save can't rescue you.
So let me remind you one more time:
They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do," So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
(So go head and blame it on your grin, those awestruck looks you'll never take in, All those hearts you were proud to save can't rescue you.) So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through. As long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through...
parker komori | nuclear parliament | virgo
Six weeks ago, she'd probably have tried to fight her kidnappers hand to hand. Now? She flops down on a bean bag chair and opens her laptop, unslinging her guitar from around her back and plugging in the launchpad.
The first few minutes are silent, as she fiddles with the settings and seems to test out various chords, but after about ten minutes she begins to play, singing clearly and without much regard for volume. She's not exceptionally loud, but you'll probably need to be at least halfway across the room to tune her out.]
Why the hell do I not know?
You're written all over everyone's clothes.
Nobody taught me how it would go,
from here on out.
Ohhhh, they called you down and out and underground.
Now I'm the one that they're calling now (the one that they're calling now).
Now that I know that there's a chance, I set up a ransom, my list of demands
You just better follow through or it'll all break where I stand
They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do,"
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
So I know you're on a distant shore, but I hope this letter strikes a chord,
that sews together my torn-up brain, over and over and over again,
I see them eating space and time, hoping that it fractures,
Cause everything that ever happens shows me what we never got.
They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do,"
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
You better tie yourself to this, cause when I reach the breakdown and the bridge,
I'm throwing it down into the ravening pit, and you better crawl your way out with it!
So go head and blame it on your grin,
those awestruck looks you'll never take in,
All those hearts you were proud to save can't rescue you.
So let me remind you one more time:
They ask me if I want to be like you, I say "of course hell yeah I do,"
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
(So go head and blame it on your grin,
those awestruck looks you'll never take in,
All those hearts you were proud to save can't rescue you.)
So long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through.
As long as they show me all your spider-web stories, I'll get through...