they were part
of why things turned out the way they did at all
should have known
by the way i intellectually peacock all the time
all the distance, no distraction, no emotion
or so we both claim, if the 50 hour week don't drive us back again
meet me at the bus stop
i know just what you're thinking
had two months clean,
then one more just no drinking
through the church parking lot
hearts full of sodomy
are trying so hard
to break up the suburban monotony
your best friend's in the next room,
my best friend's screaming at me in my head
saying don't do it, so let's do it
kill our hostages again
the snow
will blanket all my sins, i swear to god it will
i'll be fine, i'll never have to clean another mess again
though the things i do tend to mark me as the same
i'll try so hard
not to ever fall in love again
your best friend's in the next room,
my best friend's screaming at me in my head
saying don't do it, so let's do it
kill our hostages again
oh
it feels so good
leeching, leeching
emotion from others
giving nothing
i'm so pretty
violence, violence
fills me up and
i don't want it
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022