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High Violet is the fifth studio album by The National, which was released on May 10, 2010, in Europe and on May 11, 2010, in North America via 4AD. The band produced the album themselves, assisted by Peter Katis with whom they worked on their previous albums Alligator and Boxer at their own studio in Brooklyn, New York, and at Katis' Tarquin Studios in Bridgeport, Connecticut. The sculpture on the album cover was created by artist Mark Fox, and is called The Binding Force.An expanded edition of High Violet was released through 4AD on November 22, 2010. The reissue includes the standard 11-track album along with a new bonus disc, featuring the unreleased tracks "You Were a Kindness" and "Wake Up Your Saints" as well as alternate versions, B-sides, and live rec… more »

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She looked like the bad guy from an 80's movie
With her plaid chequered trousers and her martens on her feet
Making her two feet taller than the pylon of myself
Coasting above the crowd of the Lexington, above a crimson coloured fog
I saw a girl sway like a god, like a god
Ancient ritual between her teeth, glinting in the winter of mixed drinks
A god, like a god, she beckons and i believe
I believe, I believe it

A shock of pink that fades to tangerine, lit up with sequin, christmas tree
Amid the chandelier, pentonville and old veneers
That peel away to scuppered floors, cramped staircase and borrowed walls
Plastered postcards of Barnes, old sea power, long gone
But she blooms through the mantling like a god, like a god
Oh, all I have on upper arms, but understood to mean this place,
A god, like a god, she screams, feral and free, and I believe
I believe, I believe it

I believed in a new headstone
It's wistful but you're just being honest
To not knowing otherwise
4am to deliver us, I believe, I believe it

Unknown number calls again from outside, below the Lexington
And leaves another message I won't pick up in the morning
She dances 9 hours ahead, goulburn gold in green bunk bed
The room spins and I let it take out the rest of february
I hear his lurid echo, like a god, like a god,
Blacked out by the roadside, stag head, smoking garden,
Like a god, like a god, but he's not alive to see
Me believe, I believe, I believe it

I put my faith in a new headstone
It's wistful but you're just being honest
To not knowing otherwise
4am to deliver us, I believe, I believed it

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