My armpits smell, my armpits smell, dedluededluebowlow;aoihg
No one told her to leave but she'd lost all her friends there,
With her face in her hands she ran right down the stairs,
No where to go and no way to get there,
Then he came out the door and said "Hey, are you doing ok?"
It's soaking wet out here,
Here wear my slippers,
Your feet are drenched,
Come on, let me give you a ride home.
Then he took her to the moon and pointed back towards the Earth,
Look at how small they are from up here,
But we're still big,
And that's how it will always be.
Living at the intersection of coldwave and post-punk, the new LP from Céline Gillain pairs arch lyrics with robotic keys. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2023
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