H.R. / Manager No. 6


Lovely and full of peace, love, and joy, No. 6. Always the bright light of whichever Cafe she was working for. For her playlist, of course, I had to bring the maximum amount of good vibes I could, so her genres tend to gravitate toward folk and indie. Her themes revolve around her search for an identity beyond just being another Livingstone and later trying to keep her closest friends, the TriCaD, together.

-D.H.


Coal flicker candles swelling

Thoughts come of fire burning

Everything you made will end up broken

And cheap thoughts and cheap addresses

You're flapping then learn your lesson

She only makes that moaning when she's faking it

 

She who walks alone in life

Is she of sound mind?

I am only as old as I've been told

Now I'm playing for time

Darling, take me to the lakeside

Wash my body well

I am holy now the water's hit me

Broken from your spell

 

I was born a unicorn

I could of sworn you believed in me.

Then how come all the other Unicorns are dead?

 

Brother, you been sluggin' whiskey

Fashioned all your crosses

To numb your blood and body

To withstand your split losses

But you found no holy cities

In the bottom of your glass

And so you cry out, "Zion, please

Make my last sips last."

 

It was a sunny rain daymoon

Up in the sky

Me and fairman

Were feeling unusually high

From the moon to the mountains

And the meadows below

We were making it easy

We were taking it slow

 

I'm a groupie to the good life

Looking for a taste of paradise

I don't need the whole pie

Just wanna have my little slice

 

Whenever anybody breaks in my heart

They strip it for parts

And leave

Me with the beat

 

Look to the sun and you'll come undone

It's all just a dream you're feeling

Look to the sun and you'll come undone

In my world you're unfurled

 

More than fiction meets the eye

For it tells a seeing story

Who really wants the glory?

We will burn them in a fury!

Paper guns and paper hats

When they burn, they all burn black

And we remember all we are:

Broken boxes, burned and charred

 

I don't wanna ever dream

No, I don't wanna ever dream

No, I don't wanna ever dream

'Cause all it ever leads me to is bad things, bad things now

'Cause all it ever leads me to is bad things, bad things now


 
 

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