Genesis Owusu — Paint It Black (triple j Like A Version)
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I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Oh baby
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
My love, my love
Won't you paint it black, baby
I was trying to find a love in such a hateful little place
The fear intoxicating, heathens drunk up off their face
The fire light your flesh in a bewitching little way
The smoke continues rising, let the windows condensate
I can hear the screams, the ones of love, the ones of hate
The shaking all around us let the walls dilapidate
The pitch forks rising, cut the lights off in the space
I don't need to see you, girl, I know you by your taste
Baby
Won't you paint it black, baby
Won't you paint it black, baby
Five
Won't you paint it black
Diamonds in the back
Four
Won't you paint it black
Won't you paint it black
Diamonds in the back
Won't you paint it black
Won't you paint it black
Diamonds in the back
I wanna see you paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
I want to see the sun
Blotted out from the sky
I wanna see you paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
Yeah
Won't you paint it black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Oh baby
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
My love, my love
Won't you paint it black, baby
I was trying to find a love in such a hateful little place
The fear intoxicating, heathens drunk up off their face
The fire light your flesh in a bewitching little way
The smoke continues rising, let the windows condensate
I can hear the screams, the ones of love, the ones of hate
The shaking all around us let the walls dilapidate
The pitch forks rising, cut the lights off in the space
I don't need to see you, girl, I know you by your taste
Baby
Won't you paint it black, baby
Won't you paint it black, baby
Five
Won't you paint it black
Diamonds in the back
Four
Won't you paint it black
Won't you paint it black
Diamonds in the back
Won't you paint it black
Won't you paint it black
Diamonds in the back
I wanna see you paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
I want to see the sun
Blotted out from the sky
I wanna see you paint it, paint it, paint it, paint it black
Yeah
Won't you paint it black
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There are the occasional tracks that I hear that I don't feel the need to have to hear again, I usually ride it out just in case it makes me change my mind. Once in a while I hit forward, but never have I felt the need to stop what I'm doing, log in and comment. I feel safe hitting forward if it crosses my eardrums again.
This artist is becoming more and more frequent on RP. I like that approach, you learn more through more exposure. I initially didn't like them, but this is now solid 7 from the beginning.
ego-blind as far as I can disclaim thus fire
Pretty sure the music landscape did not need this version.