We could smash guitars
Or I could blow the brains
A nervous swan in a pig suit
Is sleeping nights awake
You could sell your soul
I don't believe a thing that you say
We'll laugh until the joke is old and gray
Or throw it away
And if you find yourself
In preening scum parades,
Awaiting bones from batmen
Who'd suck the blood from slaves,
By kissing after pricks
Who don't believe a thing that you say
Well, laugh until the joke is old and gray
Or throw it away
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