2 quarts of whiskey, 40 something cigarettes, I haven’t slept a wink,
A ride down Lake Street in a busted up old Cadillac, baby, what’s a girl to think
My shame is eating at me, it’s crystal clear you want to stab me in the throat
Been 20 years of madness, 6 of bliss and 2 of sadness, and now I’m damn near broke
Don’t refuse me,
I need your love to keep hanging around,
I promise not to use you
Once my feet can touch the ground
Please help me, with the lid on the skippy jar,
Please help me, I need your hands to steer my car
[SOLOS]
I dreamt a dream it was you not me
Were clinging to a raft, with half your teeth a-coming loose
Like Captain Jack, I travel time to make the rescue,
Walking a tight rope just to feel the truth
My sweetie-o, you surely know, if I don’t make the rent …it makes me weebble and wobble
So many years, I know your fears and felt your tears, Now I just need a drink from your bottle
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024