Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 68 · middle

Ride the Rainbow

VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Ride the Rainbow". Its true history: Contemporary — the colorful arc, extending the Technicolor idea; bright and ironic. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Sparkle on the floor, chill on the tile
I haven't felt this dizzy in a little while
Hold my shiny gloss, I need a second here
The room is spinning like a chandelier

[Verse 1]
We drank the neon pinks and the electric blues
Mixing up the palette like the artists do
Now the canvas of the evening feels a little full
Leaning on the edge of this ceramic bowl
No black and white tonight, we left the gray behind
We're spilling out the spectrum of the modern mind

[Chorus]
So hold my hair back, let the colors go
We're gonna ride the rainbow
A technicolor arc into the porcelain sea
Just a prismatic wave washing over me
It's bright, it's ironic, it's a glowing show
When you ride the rainbow

[Verse 2]
They used to fade to dark when the scene was done
But we're in three-strip dye beneath the midnight sun
Extending the old Hollywood illusion
Into a bathroom stall of sweet confusion
From the sour apple green to the cherry red
It's a beautiful disaster spinning in my head

[Bridge]
It's not a tragedy, it's just a change of hue
A sudden shower making everything brand new
The storm is passing through my glittered chest
I'm painting the night, I'm doing my best
Even the landing is a little off beat, you know?

[Chorus]
So hold my hair back, let the colors go
We're gonna ride the rainbow
A technicolor arc into the porcelain sea
Just a prismatic wave washing over me
It's bright, it's ironic, it's a glowing show
When you ride the rainbow

[Outro]
Wipe the sparkle from my chin
I think I'm ready to begin again
Riding the light
Into the morning white
Oh, the colors we throw