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06_02_seg_0011_track_11 | 10 | 06_02 | 11 | Drums | Drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_12_drums.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0011_track_11.wav | null | 125.009 | 155.009 | 30 | true | false | We can play any game you want always. | Play 2 | combined | 125.006 | 183.002 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 2 boundary at 125.009s | End aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | true | 1/2 | 25 | 37 | 8 | 0.003 | -27.993 | audio_only | 06_02_11 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0011_track_13 | 10 | 06_02 | 13 | Snare | Drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_14_snare.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0011_track_13.wav | null | 125.009 | 155.009 | 30 | true | false | We can play any game you want always. | Play 2 | combined | 125.006 | 183.002 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 2 boundary at 125.009s | End aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | true | 1/2 | 25 | 37 | 8 | 0.003 | -27.993 | audio_only | 06_02_13 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0011_track_14 | 10 | 06_02 | 14 | Hi-Hat | Drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_15_hh.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0011_track_14.wav | null | 125.009 | 155.009 | 30 | true | false | We can play any game you want always. | Play 2 | combined | 125.006 | 183.002 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 2 boundary at 125.009s | End aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | true | 1/2 | 25 | 37 | 8 | 0.003 | -27.993 | audio_only | 06_02_14 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0011_track_15 | 10 | 06_02 | 15 | Toms | Drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_16_toms.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0011_track_15.wav | null | 125.009 | 155.009 | 30 | true | false | We can play any game you want always. | Play 2 | combined | 125.006 | 183.002 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 2 boundary at 125.009s | End aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | true | 1/2 | 25 | 37 | 8 | 0.003 | -27.993 | audio_only | 06_02_15 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0012_track_10 | 11 | 06_02 | 10 | Banjo | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_11_banjo.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0012_track_10.wav | null | 153.009 | 182.02 | 29.011 | true | false | We can play any game you want always. | Interlude | combined | 125.006 | 183.002 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 2 boundary at 125.009s | End aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | true | 2/2 | 25 | 37 | 8 | 28.003 | -0.982 | audio_only | 06_02_10 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0013_track_09 | 12 | 06_02 | 9 | Acoustic Guitar | null | RainbowPlayer.GABE | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_10_acoustic_guitar.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0013_track_09.wav | null | 182.02 | 196.006 | 13.986 | true | false | The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? | Verse 3 | combined | 183.002 | 196.006 | true | Start aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | false | null | 27 | 99 | 20 | -0.982 | 0 | audio_only | 06_02_9 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0013_track_11 | 12 | 06_02 | 11 | Drums | Drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_12_drums.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0013_track_11.wav | null | 182.02 | 196.006 | 13.986 | true | false | The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? | Verse 3 | combined | 183.002 | 196.006 | true | Start aligned to Verse 3 boundary at 182.020s | false | null | 27 | 99 | 20 | -0.982 | 0 | audio_only | 06_02_11 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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06_02_seg_0015_track_12 | 14 | 06_02 | 12 | Kick | Drums | RainbowPlayer.GRAHAM | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/06_02/06_02_13_kick.wav | /Volumes/LucidNonsense/White/staged_raw_material/../training/output/track_segments/06_02/06_02_seg_0015_track_12.wav | null | 208.022 | 212 | 3.978 | true | false | It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Chorus 3 | combined | 209 | 212 | true | Start aligned to Chorus 3 boundary at 208.022s | false | null | 31 | 51 | 9 | -0.978 | 0 | audio_only | 06_02_12 | 92 | 4 | 4 | B | minor | Blue | Present | Person | Forgotten | null | For a Blue Girl | 2023-03-14T00:00:00 | [04:24.023] | true | true | Walk on down these halls. Finger-paint scrawls spell out her name in bubble-lettered epitaphs. She breaths then unmasks, smiles, then asks if I know a game that won't take long for us to play When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl Lean on me when you need to stand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want today Doesn't seem too fair. It don't seem right. You're not kept by locks but by the failing of your heart. Has it been that long since you seen the sun? "Well, how long for you?" Able, yes, but not quite having fun. When you're cold, you can take my hand, blue girl It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl We can play any game you want always. The phone rang just once, nobody spoke. I knew it would come but still, how could it happen to you? Been stuck in my thoughts, secrets you knew: gifts of the short-lived, A kingdom in a hospital room. It's your quiet heart I don't understand, blue girl | Timesbold, discogs_id: 319016, George Harrison, discogs_id: 243955 | melancholic, regretful | folk, folk rock | 06_02.lrc | The was a girl at an in-hospital school my mom taught at. She was the only verbal student and would love when me and my sister could visit. She would hold both our hands - her touch was cold and her skin was blue from lack of circulation. She died shortly after the summer we spent with her. In this alternative timeline she lives a little longer and I visit her hospital room. Dedicated to Stacie | {
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