You got the money
And the heartache
And the rest just turns to dust
Before I get to you
Like I always do
I never forget you
My little wonder girl
You got a hand up
In the window
With the baseball bat
Lying next to your bed
To protect yourself
Oh but it's such a joke
A silly dream
Mine mine mine mine mine
Your body is a corpse
A rusty bag of nails
Lying by the sea
Your skin is slipping off
The seaweed and urchins
Feed on your bones
Your body is a corpse
A rusty bag of nails
Lying by the sea
Your skin is slipping off
The seaweed and urchins
Feed on your bones
You got some big plans
For your nice house
And some good friends
You got a lot to live for
You even have health insurance
Oh what a bore
You could have so much more
Peeked up your head
Looked out the window
Through the curtains
Like I couldn't see you
But of course I do
I'd never forget you
I'm your only friend
You’re mine mine mine mine mine
Your body is a corpse
A rusty bag of nails
Lying by the sea
Your skin is slipping off
The seaweed and urchins
Feed on your bones
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021
Pivoting from German to English, disco to soft rock, the groovy Swiss duo branch out on their first album in six years. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024