Resentful of the rental store,
Dismissed for stealing videos and Butterkist,
You crossed the road,
And called me from a pay-phone.
Sixteen candles, five foot nine,
Struck matches on the bins behind the cinema,
I felt your eyelash,
Brush across my cheekbones,
Your lashes brushed my cheekbones.
And the shadows swim
Across our abdomens,
As our bodies twist
Behind the multiplex,
And the stars turn black,
A disappearing act.
We watched as it went up in flames
And gathered reels of burning tape.
Just modern teenage parlour games,
Revenge can leave a bitter taste,
But petulance is charming,
And I can be so charming.
Complete the form in ballpoint pen,
Your name, address, provide consent,
"Did you come alone or bring a friend?"
"He stopped replying to my texts."
"They'll call you when they're ready."
And the shadows swim
Across our abdomens,
As our bodies twist
Behind the multiplex,
And the stars turn black,
A disappearing act.
credits
from II,
released February 4, 2022
Lauren Kinsella - voice
Tom Taylor - piano, synthesiser
Tom McCredie - electric bass
Dave Hamblett - drums, percussion
Matthew Herd - vocals, electric organ, Moog bass
Arun Thavasothy - vocals, electric guitar
Donald Grant - violin
Triona Milne - viola
Ben Cashell - cello
Euan Burton – producer
Patrick Phillips – engineer
Katie May - engineer
Ioan Hazell – assistant engineer
Mixing by Patrick Phillips at Real World Studios
Mastering by Patricia Sullivan at Bernie Grundman Mastering
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