CARPENTER VS HART COMP (a Beck's Remix)

melodic post-hardcore, emo revival, punk rock

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[Pre-Chorus] [distortion creeping in, building]
From the foundation floor to the top of the frame
The reign of small kings is fading out fast
I drew up the plans, I laid every course
And now I'm coming back with everything I've got

[Chorus] [full wall of noise, raw distorted guitars explode]
I STAYED FOR ELLA WHILE YOU TREATED ME LIKE DIRT
SWALLOWED EVERY INSULT CAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE IT WORK
I HATE YOU TONY BUT I HATE MYSELF FAR MORE
FOR BEGGING AT THE TABLE OF A MAN I SHOULD'VE FLOORED
CARPENTER VS HART COMPANY  YEAH I KNOW WHICH ONE I WAS
SPLINTERS IN MY KNUCKLES AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE

[Verse 2] [drops back to almost nothing fragmented, drunk, raw]
One, two, three shots of whiskey downed in a white hot flash of disgust
The last thing Tony said
BECKS MOLLOY
YOU'RE A DANGEROUS FOOL
YOU DON'T GET MY DAUGHTER
Eyes blurred, teeth locked, something snapped
And I put my fist through Tony Hart
He hit back harder
Concrete and teeth and everyone watching
Ella watching
I fail at everything
Crawled to my bike
Rode into nothing

[Bridge] [half time, heavy and slow, almost no melody]
Drove until the city disappeared
Found some land
Whiskey on the dash
Started cutting wood
Didn't feel a thing

[Chorus] [one last explosion then dies]
I STAYED FOR ELLA WHILE YOU TREATED ME LIKE DIRT
SWALLOWED EVERY INSULT CAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE IT WORK
I HATE YOU TONY BUT I HATE MYSELF FAR MORE
FOR BEGGING AT THE TABLE OF A MAN I SHOULD'VE FLOORED
CARPENTER VS HART COMPANY  YEAH I KNOW WHICH ONE I WAS
SPLINTERS IN MY KNUCKLES AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE
[Outro] [single guitar, almost a whisper]
From the shore to the woods
I lost everything, I built for nothing
A carpenter turned nomad
The unsung loser

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[Verse 1 ] [quiet, tense, clean guitar, moody bass] A carpenter I was made, I swung the hammer, knuckles split and gristled Then a control freak father drew the pistol Shamed me in front of his daughter like he saw right through Self-righteous fake who never had a clue Said my hands built nothing worth a damn Close enough to touch it, never part of the plan Lost the girl, lost my way, broke every law Left standing on the scaffolding with a broken jaw [Pre-Chorus] [distortion creeping in, building] From the foundation floor to the top of the frame The reign of small kings is fading out fast I drew up the plans, I laid every course And now I'm coming back with everything I've got [Chorus] [full wall of noise, raw distorted guitars explode] I STAYED FOR ELLA WHILE YOU TREATED ME LIKE DIRT SWALLOWED EVERY INSULT CAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE IT WORK I HATE YOU TONY BUT I HATE MYSELF FAR MORE FOR BEGGING AT THE TABLE OF A MAN I SHOULD'VE FLOORED CARPENTER VS HART COMPANY YEAH I KNOW WHICH ONE I WAS SPLINTERS IN MY KNUCKLES AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE [Verse 2] [drops back to almost nothing fragmented, drunk, raw] One, two, three shots of whiskey downed in a white hot flash of disgust The last thing Tony said BECKS MOLLOY YOU'RE A DANGEROUS FOOL YOU DON'T GET MY DAUGHTER Eyes blurred, teeth locked, something snapped And I put my fist through Tony Hart He hit back harder Concrete and teeth and everyone watching Ella watching I fail at everything Crawled to my bike Rode into nothing [Bridge] [half time, heavy and slow, almost no melody] Drove until the city disappeared Found some land Whiskey on the dash Started cutting wood Didn't feel a thing [Chorus] [one last explosion then dies] I STAYED FOR ELLA WHILE YOU TREATED ME LIKE DIRT SWALLOWED EVERY INSULT CAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE IT WORK I HATE YOU TONY BUT I HATE MYSELF FAR MORE FOR BEGGING AT THE TABLE OF A MAN I SHOULD'VE FLOORED CARPENTER VS HART COMPANY YEAH I KNOW WHICH ONE I WAS SPLINTERS IN MY KNUCKLES AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE [Outro] [single guitar, almost a whisper] From the shore to the woods I lost everything, I built for nothing A carpenter turned nomad The unsung loser

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