The room is flooding
The air is turning vile
The fun is over
It has been for a while
My muscles are twitching
They’re slipping from my spine
Stitch me to the glory
And then rip me from the vine
I want to be the water in your hand
I want to be your body on the land
I want to be the words behind your tongue
God as a woman holds the still heart of the sun
Oh my precious doll, what have we done
Another day to swallow
Another night to taint
You look like an arrow
And you smell just like paint
Penetrate and puncture all the passing woes I’ve sung
Piss into the open wound of all the blows I’ve swung
I slung a rope around your throat where all the damage hung
Oh my vicious doll, what have we done
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What a pity that I discovered this Berlin-based band 3 years after their dismissal. Hats off to Lute FP who pointed at this, their swan-song.
Sometimes this reminds me of a rawer version of Andrea Schroeder, elsewhere of PJ Harvey's earlier stuff, where you could never predict the next emotional/musical outburst.
I'm excited to learn that one half of this project was the same Lucy Kruger I'm going to see (with the Lost Boys) on next year's OBS in the Glitterhouse garden! Carsten Pieper
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