It's New York City Summer on the corner of Bond and Union.
It's four o' clock right around the time when smooth rolls through
She's checking on her wrist, scanning up and down the block; listneing for the tune
Of his Stutz Blackhawk engine rumbling nigh
You can see the sweat trickling down her cheek in her season sheek
'round comes smooth, swingin' dick with the skinny on his attitude
She opened up the door to shotgun
he pedaled to the floor with no destination stated, no words they've contemplated
Bad
was an understatement; to smooth, she was complacent,
though,
the two shared interest with similar intent
both
in need of a familiar piece to the puzzle
she and smooth cruised up to his flat with no struggle
The door to paradise swings opened, following a brief jingle of the keys
this scene was routine
"Oh my," she's weak, with smoke exhaling in the middle of her statement
Smooth was hardly phased by peculiar finger placement
Swayin' her hips lightly, lips opened just slightly, she said, "This can't persist nightly for me," though, it's hard to believe
a hard to break habit is to fade with pure magic
there's no sense, nor reason to hide
you need to surrender your mind
cut scene:
to the flat with sunrise peeking in thru the window...
There lays Smooth on his suede bed next to a curvaceous shadow
She took struts to the next bus uptown as she smiled in her pocket mirror
what a cold blooded story on ways to conquer your fear
The Besnard Lakes return with their first new LP in four years, full of the same mystery and wonder on which they have built their name. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 30, 2020
The Besnard Lakes are back with a new 12", and a new single. Expansive and psychedelic, much like the band's previous work. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 29, 2016