Born on the sabbath with blood in his eyes
The midwife turns heels and flees from belief
Feasting on carrion covered in flies
His grin will disarm you all gristle and teeth
Up through the ranks of abused teenage years
Seducing inducing the love of your life
Pulls her in close as he laps at her tears
Rests his chin on her head as he slips out his knife
Now he stands vainglorious over us all
Soft focus lights still got blood in his eye
Sells you opinions that will make you gall
He's a hard man to kill but of course I should try
As we lie on the floor, in a semi embrace, I feel a moment arrive. A moment that will fracture into another and another leading to every other moment that will ever be. The concrete is slick with your blood and your eyes that are glass pass the last image to your brain, that image is me, my face, burning the rods and the cones, there I am, jumping over that last edge with you, the last frame of light blowing through the dark arcades of your mind. The forces pull me off breaking the chain of hand to knife to chest dragging me back through the crowds i piled through just to get to you for a moment, our death moment.
Straight ahead Indiepop that is plainly and simply ahead of the pack. A parade of tight little numbers. Tigercats are on the loose. Yes. Red Stone Plaice Records
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