Chemlab – Pink lyrics

Darkness, and a scratching, whirring noise
Darkness, and then slowly the pictures shudder up in sight
A building string of images like silvery bubbles surfacing from the deep
It's almost always raining, drizzling, misting, slightly, lightly, heavily, but almost always dripping
The kitchen faucet marking time
Camera pans across it through washed out black and white tin tech
Across the back, the color a saturated smear
Lighting directors guiding highlights all the time
The priest is scratchy and smells mildewy... too much rain
Stomach's empty
The fridge is a booming echo chamber
They edit in stock horror darkening footage of starvation, atrocities
Vietnam war footage
Descending through it the crackling of outtake sections litter the stairwell
Serpentine and yet brittle
A close crop
Zoom to feet descending, descending, frames skipping and jumping in vertical crash scratching
The hallway to street sub-lit in shadow
Casting rotting thick as broken glass shards
And the reflections sparkle in the rain-speckled sidewalk
It's always raining
But that's the way the film runs
The scenes seem clear
But the final print is always too grainy or scratched...
Blurs the longer you watch it and finally just falls away to clips and snapshots of its former glory
Loop that frames the whole world outside often running in slow motion
Perhaps the projectionist has nodded off in a stupor during the last showing
His elbow hitting a switch
And for a second or a week the world runs in reverse
The images all silent
Filmed and jerking nervously back across the streets
Seems like the reel is always running backwards
Time is fiction
Time is fiction
So why don't you come lay down with me in this pitch-bending film loop
And let the acid rain beat down on our bodies