I can't read your mind. Even if I could I probably wouldn't trust my intuition. I thought I knew what you felt once before, but I was wrong: you didn't even know how you felt. Why did you give me those 20 love poems and a song of despair? You signed a note saying you never read it but the title made you think of me. OKAY. This August has been an unkind month. There's nothing in the house except cigarettes and dust. Spent my last dollars on gin with my friends. Guess you're not the only one in hiding again. August has been an unkind month. I walk past the bird bones I tried to sweep up. The water from the tap is cloudy and thick and again I convince myself that I can handle it. There's a man I've seen you see at the bar we used to love and I wonder if the look on his face is the one I used to make. I could buy him a drink. I could ask him his name. I could tell him that it isn't his fault when you get bored or can't make up your mind. This August has been an unkind month. There's nothing in the house except cigarettes and dust. Spent my last dollars on gin with my friends. Guess you're not the only one in hiding again. August has been an unkind month. I walk past the bird bones I tried to sweep up. The water from the tap is cloudy and thick and again I convince myself that I can handle it. I know you believe in signs so I didn't tell you your favorite bird flew into the window. Underneath, on a stolen locket, I read the initials of your brand new boyfriend.
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