They're taking their clothes off with a feverish vengeance. They barely make out one gibberish sentence before penetration. Even as they lay in post-coital surrender, their innocence is something you can taste in the air. It's only when they go to say goodbye and a kiss seems a strange desire that the difference in their intent is so suddenly apparent. You can see it in their faces, who really cares. He's late for his meeting. She's late on her period. He laid it on thick til it all got so serious. Now I'm taking my clothes off methodic and sexless and sleeping alone, I don't wanna be reckless. Can't afford to be reckless. Even as I lay in post-coital surrender my innocence is stained by your love forever. It's only when we go to say goodbye a kiss seems a strange desire. It's only when we go to say goodbye, your love's like a funeral pyre. He clutches her like a spent rifle; he's just learned to kill. She seems to only smile at the mercy of the pill. They're taking their clothes off with defeated reluctance. She's keeping her mouth shut to avoid his eruptions. Though they still come together to all social functions they're so obviously looking for something to give life conviction, to give them a reason to exist. Your love's like a funeral pyre.
credits
from Verses,
released October 30, 2016
All songs written by Vivian K
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Arik Victor at Creep Records Studio in Philadelphia, PA.
Produced by Jesse Gander of Japandroids & White Lung, the latest from Philly’s Fire in the Radio is full-throated rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2020