She holds the part of me
That nobody else can see
Her fist is jailed around my heart
And I’m the prisoner of its need
I’m silently exclaiming it right now: “Bewp!”
At first I feel
Like I’m flying
To the moon
I realize that I’m lying
In a tomb
Transcendent. Here it is, probably our last video for ‘We Need Monsters’, for a song called ‘Love’. It´s about an indian seamstress who is daydreaming during her work as a kind of cognitive survival strategy. It took us one year of production to film the different seasons. What I intended to express with this song […]
Take your lecher-leers,
Plus all my jeers,
And make a paycheck
At the very least.
Bleat-bleat, little sheep.
All the chaos encircles my neck
Like shackles they drag me
Down to his level
And hold me drowning underwater
Call me out.
For all the times
I refused to believe you,
With bruising kisses.
I wanted to believe in you
From the moment I laid eyes on you
Though my heart tried to stop me
It failed to keep its chains around me
The color she picks is metallic purple. It reminds me of a skirt I used to wear to the club-of-the-week before I became legal. As she takes in every colorful detail of her favorite superhero cartoon, I paint her tiny fingernails more carefully than I’ve ever painted my own. I don’t tell her that one […]