BUG ROOM
Tenderness. Tenderness is frozen. The Wilderness is calling. Emptiness is the four walls I’ve been given. A jar of bugs. A slow death on a sill.
Nothing to prove.
Nothing to hide.
You wouldn’t want me.
You wouldn’t have me anyway.
Like a prom king that grew up wrong and took it out on his bride.
Sympathy and forgiveness are for taking. A last note: badly spelt; asking. A lack of manners: challenge all-comers! A sleeplessness full of blood-dogs and dumbness.
Tenderness… The Wilderness… Emptiness… a jar of bugs… A slow death on a sill…
Nothing to prove.
Nothing to hide.
You wouldn’t want me.
You wouldn’t have me anyway.
Like a prom king that grew up wrong and took it out on his bride.
The Man With The 2Quid Moustache: buggy bass, guitar & keyboards. - Buck Theorem: words&vocals - Javier Rodriguez Rodriguez Rodriguez: drumkit bug
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recorded by Dan Marshall
Mixed by Kramer (!)Book of Buzz on facebook .
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