Posted on August 28, 2009 - by Rasham
Taste Of Blood
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The fog before me seems so thick, another broken cigarette
Grasped between my fingertips, the taste of blood upon my lips-
Kiss your face, time has stopped in this embrace.
You’re insubstantial as a ghost, I inhale toxic sips of smoke,
My lungs they burn black when I breathe, your touch now is but a tease
Me like rain, driving slowly in the fast lane.
A Taste of Blood…
Cold water splashed like satin sheets against my rosy tearstained cheeks
Just like your nails across my spine, I cry because I cannot touch
The clouds I exhale before my eyes.
Pitch black decorates my mind, imprints of you I cannot find
It burns like ember leaves its mark, the charcoal journeys into dark
Ness sleeps the last caress of you a breeze
A Taste of Blood…
Solo
By Nick Rastegar and Rasham Nassar
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September 3, 2009
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it’s a feeling, with strong images of the abstract, but without revealing anything about the author, subject, or narrative context. thick writitng, and also a lot of “I” and “you”. reminds me of “box of wooden matches”, which is flattering.
the melodic weaving of the two vocals is very cool, i’m a bit jealous
“People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between a memory and a dream
“so let’s get to the point, let’s roll another joint, and turn the radio LOUD, i’m too alone to be proud… you don’t know how it feels… to be me” -T. Petty