There'd been a noise in my head all day.
I tried to numb it with drink, but it remained.
And the man with the gambler hands
and the Body Shop scents,
offered representation with no commission.
"Imagine all the faces in love.
Imagine all the money you could want.
Imagine all the praise.
It's only oral."
His breath was warm on my neck,
and his words were soft in my head.
The drums grew louder,
until I couldn't stand.
The rhythm filling everything,
he whispered it again.
Sounded like my very best friend.
"Imagine all the faces in love.
Imagine all the money you could want.
Imagine all the praise.
It's only oral."
"Say my name."
"Say it once."
"Imagine all the faces in love.
Imagine all the money you could want.
Imagine all the praise.
It's only oral."
"Imagine all the kids in love.
Imagine all the drugs you could want.
Imagine all the people you could fuck.
It's only oral."
Alex Henry Foster again collaborates with Canadian-Japanese artist Momoka, who also translates the lyrics from English to Japanese. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024