What
was that?
I don't know.
Sounds like...
guns.
Thunder.
Can we resolve the past,
lurking jaws,
joints of time,
the base,
to come of age in a dry place, holes and caves?
The music was new,
black,
polished chrome and came over the summer like liquid night.
The DJs took pills to stay awake and play for seven days.
Girls,
pills,
brass, it's places.
Can we resolve the past,
lurking jaws,
joints of time,
the base,
to come of age in a dry place, holes and caves?
The music was new,
black,
polished chrome and came over the summer like liquid night.
The DJs took pills to stay awake and play for seven days.
Girls, pills, brass.
Girls, pills,
brass.
Girls, pills,
brass.
Girls,
pills, brass.
It's places.
Girls, pills, brass.
Girls,
pills, brass.
Girls,
pills, brass.
Girls,
pills, brass.
It's places.
Girls,
pills, brass.
It's places.
Girls,
pills, brass.
It's everything.
Come on.