Story Behind The Song
This song is a souvenir of my wild youth.
Song Description
Urgent fingerpicking forms the heart of this incendiary ode to a crafty vixen. The narrator is confused and compelled by a cruel yet beguiling friend. Much drinking and confusion ensues.
| Song Length |
4:41 |
Genre |
Pop - Dreampop, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Non 4/4 |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Anxious, Heated |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Bisexuality |
| Similar Artists |
Dead Can Dance, The Cult |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Mercy she's silky and oh she is tricky
And wishes come down with her curls
She'll fast with the kittens and dine with the empresses
Quicker and quicker and swirling like liquor
I'm fine now
When dawn lights her flash eyes were standing for photographs
Brushing our skins ever slight
Posing and snoozing we snicker the tension out
Covering and stumbling and into the morning light
(Chorus)
Fine, and rhyme before reason
We'll dance in this wind til it falls
One hand over the other one
How many more til we start reaching Oregon sun?
Monday she mentions licentious intentions
And kisses me right then and there
Talking of townhouses, spill to the sidewalk
Then quicker and quicker and swirling like liquor
I'm fine now
Tuesday she tells me she's leaving the country
And wishes me well in her way
Shamefully I try to subtlely imply
That just short of murder could not wish her further
(Chorus)