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Drunk At The Opera
Production: VOV
Mixing: Sami Niittykoski (SN-Audio Production)
Mastering: Alho Audio Mastering
Music Video:
Filming and editing: Ilari Kangasniemi
Drone shots: Mikko Pärkö
Band:
Vocals: Karoliina McLoud
Guitar: Teemu Harjunen
Bass, Keyboards & Backing Vocals: Sami Halinen
Drums: Juha-Tapio Anttonen
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Lyrics:
Welcome dear guests to tonight's lament
I'll be your hostess hearts broken hope spent
He loved me like a Shakespeare play
Tragic confusing and he died halfway
So raise your glass to reckless choices
To inner screams and outside voices
Oh maestro Cue the violins
Let's drink until the room begins to spin
They said
You'll grow from all this pain
Well thank you Karen
Now pour the champagne
In this blissful oblivion
Where sorrow wears perfume
I waltz with ghosts of dignity
And sob in the powder room
My tears are vintage aged just right
In casks of ruined dreams
And every shot's a sonnet
That silence loudly screams
He said
It's not you it's me
How quaint
I framed the quote above my sink
Next to the bottle that I kiss
More loyal than his counterfeit bliss
I've cried in keys that angels fear
Soprano sobs with notes unclear
In this blissful oblivion
Where grace and shame collide
I toast with all my shattered hopes
With vodka as my bride
The chandeliers may shake in fear
But darling I remain
A drunk divine disaster
Singing arias of pain
One glass for his betrayal
Two for my regret
Three for the texts I shouldn't have sent
Four
Oh I forgot
Bring the choir
Bring the strings
Let the whole damn opera ring
He left
I flourished
I combusted
And yes
I'm still disgusted!
In this blissful oblivion
I've claimed my tragic crown
With lipstick like a battle wound
And laughter breaking down
So set the stage on fire
Cue thunder, cue the rain
If love was just an opera
I sang it drunk in vain