Recorded, mixed and mastered at Artspoke Studios in Berkeley, by James Boblak and Narwhal Brigade
lyrics
Given to exaggerate, I didn't say a word - some appetites can be controlled, while others are absurd.
Hypnotic, what she left behind - an equivocating haze, a sinner's perfume; it's lingered on for days ...
Lies (I didn't say a word)
Lies (You never can be sure)
If you're coming, take the freeway down, because it flies
Always self-identified, a rebel to the core - as the grains pass through your hands, on a desiccated shore.
Failing hard to reminisce, as you fold into the mist of that sweet kiss.
How blindly we exist.
Lies (I didn't say a word)
Lies (You never can be sure)
If you're coming, take the freeway down, because it flies
The Pharaoh looks at his lonely world, of incense and wine - and dreams of being somewhere else, just to pass the time.
His harem left him behind, so he hungers all the more - just look around, who's keeping score?
Lies (I didn't say a word)
Lies (You never can be sure)
If you're coming, take the freeway down, because it flies
credits
from Perfume,
track released May 6, 2012
Josh Kienitz (vox, bass); Gavin Owen (guitars, vox); Damon Ott (drums); Eyal Cohen (violin); Kyle Hubbard (conga-synth)
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