She has begun to see what I've come to see
In organized landmines of perfect anxiety
Spontaneous ruts have flooded the anthills
Of everyday wives and the junkies who love them
And now I'm alone, and can't even write this song
And now I'm alone, and can't even right this wrong
I am the truth strangled in history
I have begun to see what I want to see
Stuck in la grunge, the pimpled erection
His glittering prize is his own reflection
And I have begun to see what I want to see
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020