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03_09_seg_0014_track_23 | 13 | 03_09 | 23 | GM Bass | Bass | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/03_09/03_09_23_gm_bass.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/03_09/03_09_seg_0014_track_23.wav | null | 193.202 | 197.171 | 3.969 | true | false | Gone from rescue to recovery | Chorus 2 | combined | 193.202 | 196.202 | true | End aligned to Chorus 2 boundary at 197.171s | false | null | 31 | 28 | 5 | 0 | 0.969 | audio_only | 03_09_23 | 113 | 4 | 4 | E | minor | Orange | Past | Thing | Imagined | null | Search Flares | 2020-06-23T00:00:00 | [04:36.022] | true | true | I’d be lying to you if I said I knew the way Why didn’t we keep with the group? Why did we have to stray? Let’s stop here for tonight They won’t get us, the cold just might Search flares are falling dark the perimeter has been marked There’s no more room for discovery Gone from rescue to recovery Do you remember why we came here? You never struck me as a sightseer. Well strike me down if I lie once more Until I lay on the forest floor Search flares are falling dark the perimeter has been marked Call it off, cancel the calvary Gone from rescue to recovery | Killing Joke, discogs_id: 13408, Nine Inch Nails, discogs_id: 3857, Christian Death, discogs_id: 94647 | dark, desperate, chaotic, intense, aggressive, unsettling, eerie, haunting, frantic, brooding, ominous | Industrial, Alternative Rock, Metal, Experimental, Post-Punk, Noise, Gothic Rock | 03_09.lrc | While trying to make a documentary about a concentration camp survivor, we got locked in the inner fortress of Theresienstadt in the Czech Republic. We had to scale the walls to escape through a former minefield. We were lost and trying to our way back to town and felt very alone and disoriented by horror of the place. This song captures that feeling of being lost in a dark and frightening place, with the industrial/metal sound reflecting the harshness of the environment and the panic of being lost. The item lost and misremembered was not a stone taken from the surrealist Robert Desnos memorial but a vile of dirt I gave to Jayson Merritt upon returning. | {
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