Uploaded October 2018 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago

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Buy/download: oliverlugg.bandcamp.com/track/colours-spill-out
Elsie's channel: youtube.com/channel/UCanjhj9Vi8fMxCQ5ZyCMK2w
Fluid simulation by Pavel Dobryakov: paveldogreat.github.io/WebGL-Fluid-Simulation

After four months in hiatus, I'm back. I brought a friend.

Six years ago, I wrote a song. The lyrics shall never be spoken of again, but the central piano riff and instrumentation kept me coming back. Multiple attempts at remakes later, I ended up with a backing track for what could be an amazing piece.

Just one problem: I can't sing.

So I turned to my friend Elsie, who not only wrote and sang lyrics, but also completely abandoned my original vocal melody for her own. I'm not upset, I promise.

And here we are now, with this monstrosity finally ready. I spent far too long ironing out all the production bugs. So long, in fact, that I accidentally made a music video in the middle of it.

Enjoy.

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Lyrics:

And I can't take it,
One more time,
'Cause when it all falls down,
My heart will crack like ice,
And we don't believe,
Those three words,
But if we say them on repeat,
Would it be any worse?

And I regret to tell you,
Regret to break the news,
Our hands won't meet,
Anymore,
If we paint a pretty picture,
That's just more,
To fall down at our feet.

Fall down,
At our feet.

And you'll be spitting out my name like you can't stand the sound,
You'll be tearing up the dark 'til the colours spill out,
Forget these feelings,
That you have now,
They'll go blood red,
When it all comes down.

One more time,
When it all falls down,
My heart will crack like ice,
And we don't believe,
Those three words,
But if we say them on repeat,
Would it be any worse?

And I regret to tell you,
Regret to break the news,
Our hands won't meet,
Anymore,
If we paint a pretty picture,
That's just more,
To fall down at our feet.

You'll be spitting out my name,
Like you can't stand the sound,
You'll be tearing up the dark,
'Til the colours spill out.

And I regret to tell you,
Our hands won't meet,
If we paint a pretty picture,
That's just more,
To fall down at our feet.

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My website: oliverlugg.com