Primitive Radio Gods are an American alternative rock band from Southern California. Current members consist of frontman Chris O'Connor, who performs vocals, guitar, and bass; percussionist Tim Lauterio; and Luke McAuliffe, who contributes various additional instrumentation (guitars, violins, piano) as well as much of the art that has appeared on the band's albums and website. Former member Jeff Sparks wrote, sang, and played bass before leaving the band for unknown reasons (though apparently on good terms) early in the development of Still Electric. The band is best known for their 1996 hit "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My Hand." now, it's free and you will discover so much great music :) Upload Your MusicFor ArtistsFor LabelsWidgetsDownload Last.fmImage ChartsPlugins & ExtrasData FeedsBlog Badges & LogoTop ChartsWeekly Top ArtistsWeekly Top TracksOverall Tag ChartsFree DownloadsForumsWeb Site SupportLast.fm Client SupportFeedback and IdeasAbout UsContactAdvertiseTeamModeratorsCareersHelpFAQSupportWhat’s NewPrivacySubscribeRecent Updates.
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Blood From The Beating Heart Lyrics
Primitive Radio Gods
She counted holes with a shovel. She won’t shake hands with the devil
And when she’s caught in the middle, she pulls away and it feels
Like a north wind freezin’ your body again
Like a slow day makin’ its way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
She holds the neck of the bottle, her every thought is a riddle
You try to rise to her level, you sit back down and it feels
Like a north wind teasin’ your body again
Like a slow day makin’ its way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
The blood from the beating heart
The blood from the beating heart
A strange and delicate creature who only lives if you love her
Invites you to swim in the river and leaves you under the earth
Like a north wind freezin’ your body again
Like a slow day makin’ its way in the dark
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart
Like a north wind...Like a slow day...
To a mouth where the feelings start
Rush out like the blood from the beating heart