Protest The Hero | Gardenias (Official Audio)

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ALL MUSIC BY PROTEST THE HERO

Rody Walker - Vocals
Luke Hoskin - Guitars
Tim MacMillar - Guitars
Mike Ieradi - Drums
Special Guest: Cameron McLellan - Bass
Orchestral Arrangement / Production - Milen Petzelt-Sorace

PRODUCED BY: Derya Nagle
VOCAL PRODUCTION AND ENGINEERING: Anthony Kalabretta
DRUM PRODUCTION, ENGINEERING AND EDITING: Dean Hadjichristou
ADDITIONAL ENGINEERING AND EDITING: Darren “Jeter” Magierowski & Jill Zimmerman
ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION AND MIXING: Simon Grove
MASTERING: Ermin Hamidovic

ARTWORK: Martin Wittfooth
VIDEO EDITING: Wyatt Clough

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The hapless hills of Hollywood
Hide halfhearted happiness
A hardened heroine hangs her head

Hear her hyperventilate
Here her hands had hammered home
Her half-written history

With her heart in her hands
Her hands stopped holding on

A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows

The truth, yes a blonde, despondent from her failures
Fury rages claiming innocence lost
That spawned chaotic behaviors

A handbag and some women’s shoes
Hidden on the forest floor
Discovered by a hiker on the hill
Haphazardly hanging out was her self-destruction
And her handwritten history

“I’m afraid I’m a coward. I’m sorry for everything.”

A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows

A penny for your thoughts
A quarter for the show
The truth should turn to rot
Whichever way the wind blows
The truth, yes a blonde, couldn’t give a shit about her failures
Suffering in silence of a chemical imbalance
That spawned erratic behavior

The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond, yes a blonde
Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn
The truth, yes a blonde, yes a blond, yes a blonde
Apparent in the night, but absent come the dawn

Where is the country I came here to find?
It’s running its hands through my hair
It’s borders and boundaries are clearly defined
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Only the night sky will witness my flight
Without so much as a care
Out past the margins of all that’s finite
Forty-five feet through the air

It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air

It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air

It’s forty-five feet from here to there
It’s forty-five feet through the air
Forty-five feet to bliss from despair
Only forty-five feet through the air

The world rushes past and it’s softly obscured
By the quiet and stillness of death
Take from me this body
It’s all that I have left

Floating effortlessly
The scent of gardenias in the air
A veil should mask her face
And her short blonde hair