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Lyrics:
I'm
Analog
Two-inch tape
Vintage, warm with a potent
Hiss
Venomous
Memories
Always ready to strike like this
At your heels
Don't you feel
Like a trip
Back to 96?
Insert cassettes
And then push eject
I'm flashing red
Can't let the past
Stay in its cave
Cause it rears its head
Insert cassettes
And then push eject
You're flashing red
You don't expect
Me to rear my head
But I'm not dead
Like
VCRs
I recall
I remember the magic
So
I can take
One last trip
Down the lane of your memory
Till you twist
Like a viper
On my shins
And then you remind me...
Once
Long ago
You
Were the hope
But
I forgot
Sweet
You're no tomorrow
Behind the Song:
'Everyone has had fond memories of relationships lost. It seems, for some reason, that with the passage of time we tend to only remember the fond recollections of those whom we lost touch with for a reason. The past tends to follow us, proclaiming that it should not be left dead, but should be resurrected. Much like the old man, we should leave what is gone in it's cave; buried and obsolete.' - Andrew Schwab (Project 86)
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