ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - Shadows on the Boulevard (Original)

[Introduction] (Muted, smoky jazz trumpet, slow rhythmic thud of a drum, vinyl static) [Verse 1] Neon bleeding through the heavy midnight mist A cold farewell sealed with a venom-flavored kiss The black sedan is waiting underneath the willow tree And the shadows on the boulevard are calling out to me [Chorus] Lost in the static of a retro-gothic dream Where things are never quite as pristine as they seem Oh, turn the record over, let the dark brass play We’ll bury our tomorrows in the sins of yesterday [Verse 2] Your portrait's hanging crooked in the dusty parlor hall A pale-faced reminder of the night we lost it all The saxophones are weeping a low and bitter tune Underneath the cold gaze of a bleeding autumn moon [Chorus] Lost in the static of a retro-gothic dream Where things are never quite as pristine as they seem Oh, turn the record over, let the dark brass play We’ll bury our tomorrows in the sins of yesterday [Instrumental Solo] (Dramatic, heavy piano chords paired with a weeping, dark brass arrangement) [Bridge] The static grows louder, the ink begins to run We ran from our demons but we never saw the sun A mid-century tragedy trapped inside the groove And neither one of us has the strength left to move [Outro] (Muted trumpet hits a final, long, melancholic note) (Vinyl crackle loops into silence) [End]