a quick-strummer. some warbly stanzas.
Title still feels like a placeholder; waiting there for the proper, more apt one to make itself known. Apart from that it's another cornucopia of sameness just like the other stuff. Boogie shoes not required.
An early song; back when all I needed was an intriguing title to enable me to create something. Ah yes, the good old days.
Wherein I discover you can lyrically abstract and obscurely rearrange an interpersonal situation, but you can't make it blink. [more inside]