He moves in for the kill
She's a dancing flame
Many other men
Too drunk too stand
There is a cause
It is this way
Some old one's dressed
And caked with paint
The supple shapes
And careful eyes
While the weary
Turn away
You can never know
How you look
On the shelf
Or exactly how
You will be sold
The cats will kill
To see if they can
The rats will run
In search of food
They move like they know
Because they do
It comes across
As more than nude
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024