Sitting in circles under the blue lights.
Away from the heaters, we need the benches.
Today it seems crowded.
At least more than usual.
I'll need the bathroom, no one's in the window.
Maybe we'll hear Tupac remixed to dervish beats.
Translate some scribbled subtitles on TV.
The couch is off limits unless you backgammon.
Don't cross the ladies pimp.
His dog will eat you.
She's lost in the wind.
She's shaking her leaves
surrounded by ornaments.
And she's wearing your ring.
You're already --
you're already blowing it.
It's just like a backyard, except with these ladies.
For just fifteen dollars, she'll let you taste her.
And it's where you'll find us
almost every night.
Usually outside, under the blue lights.
She's lost in the wind.
She's shaking her leaves
surrounded by ornaments.
And she's wearing your ring.
You're already --
you're already blowing it.
Last night was a big mistake.
She sees me moving forward.
It's me whose holding on.
And she's still moving backwards.
And she sees everything.
We've burned her all away.
It's me whose on the run.
But we're just having fun
and you were the one. OH.
She's lost in the wind.
She's shaking her leaves
surrounded by ornaments.
And she's wearing your ring.
You're already --
you're already blowing it.
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2023