We'll walk through the town
and we'll laugh at the jumping pigs
who don't like the things
that we've been taught to like.
So let's assure ourselves,
that in fact we're just ace.
Rub glitter in each others hair
and shave obscenities into next-doors pets.
Come over here and cut this off.
I want to dye it blue instead,
like the guy on the cover.
Let's pull up roses,
deride who we're told to.
Give me a free cd and I'll believe anything.
I can't think for myself.
Pull out the cork.
I need to get drunk.
It's all I need.
I need to be messed up,
justify my uniqueness;
my correct opinion.
I get an epiphany through my weekly subscription.
I can't think for myself.
And when you can't fill the page count
with manufactured exclusives,
run off a few stickers,
to compliment those nice balloons.
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024