to the wire with this one, kept starting again..
and it kept changing
Couldn't think of a name, was going to go with 'Soul Eating Birds', briefly re-named it 'The Cars that Ate Cleveland' and now it's 'Vulture Squadron' (which I think was Dick Dastardly's outfit). Most of these lyrics can be deciphered as the ballad of Pamela Anderson.
On your way down to meet your hypnotist you're feeling queasy, no dinosaurs upon your list your palms are greasy. Unless you dressed to be repressed what's with the trench-coat? Your mind was broke when you awoke by a horny red goat.
Vultures sold the soul of rock and roll
On your way down to meet the clown your nerves are shredded. Hung drawn and quartered by the press and then beheaded. With all your dignity on sale you wear dark glasses. Coyotes fight to pick your bones the ruthless bastards.
Vultures..
In blue suede heels at 5am hallucinating
The world turns softly in it's bed procrastinating
Your party eyes they harmonise a leather bodice.
Slow motion running to the sea a fallen goddess.
A waterbed filled with tears, crocodiles mocking the years, it always seems this way on valentine's day.
@raspberry33 Feb 2022
Loving your stuff, p3t3... Some great lyrics and internal rhymes (dressed to be repressed!). Nice twist at the end tying it to Valentine's Day. Having lived in Cleveland, it's the road salt that eats your cars, not the other way around, so good choice on "Vulture Squadron".
@sbs2018 Feb 2022
Col vocals and drums! Interesting lyrics.
@thedutchwidows Feb 2022
I think this might be my favourite of yours so far. Am on my third listen in a row, and it just gets better each time...
@thedutchwidows Feb 2022
This is really cool. Good driving beat with a slightly sleazy feel - might be the fuzzy guitar - and the lyrics are cracking. That synth on the chorus is beautiful and the lift at the end ("a waterbed..") is a great change of mood.