The Boudoirs - Juerga
Channel: TheBoudoirs
Date: 04/08/2012

The Boudoirs -- 07 -- Juerga

You say we are
White-assed we are
In need of sunshine
Tequila bars
Foreign affairs
And shifted gears
To jump the railing
On wasted years
I'm running out of time on my higher goals
Running out of patience on little things
And you want us on our wings
Making our way south to a melting sky
Knowing full well I wouldn't give you peace
Iron my lion's crease to no avail, amigo
I'm frail and shaking in my fleece
Mine is a bird's eye view of hell
There ain't a patch of shit, a dried up well
That could be missed from where I soar
See, you take it in just as before
The road spread-eagle and ripe virgin just for you
Lifting its hips to let a stranger in on whatsoever's true
Its ageless women on the run
From all that's pure under the sun
Baby, I don't want none, you hear?
You can see in my eyes I'm failing sunshine
You can see in my eyes I'm failing rain
I don't wanna be close
I don't wanna be close
I don't wanna be here
I don't want to alight
On a delicates line
In a garden of air
You say we are
Half-mast we are
In dolor town, in
Cocoons of tar
Whatever lies
Between strange thighs
Will doubtless change us
To butterflies
Stop funnel-feeding me the drink
The more I get in me, the more I think
I think, for instance, that the wind is volatile
Raping me, spinning me, shit I'm a turnstile
I'm immune to myriad crucifixes and saint saints
I'm sane. Tsk tsk. If you're on board with that, you sure as high hell ain't
God, like a misericordia nun
You wheel me out into the sun
Aliado I don't want none, comprende?
You can see in my eyes I'm failing sunshine
You can see in my eyes I'm failing rain
I don't wanna be close
I don't wanna be close
I don't wanna be here
I don't want to delight
In a covenant life
When I'm living a tear
I don't wanna be close
I don't wanna be here
I don't want to alight
On a delicates line in a garden of air
I'm running out of time on my higher goals
Running out of patience on little things
Come listen how she sings
She had a beauty, amigo, you
detox after love
While I soak it in
With my feet above
My head

Written by Y. Sheremetieff
Arranged by Y. Sheremetieff, R. Hoeve, A. Poukhovski
Produced by Y. Sheremetieff
Mixed by The Boudoirs and Paul Schmitz
Mastered by R. Hoeve

Jimmy Bourbon: drums
Ryan Hoeve: 7- and 8-string guitars
Andrei Poukhovski: Chapman Stick
Yvan Sheremetieff: vocals, keys, Stick

Nadia Chana: additional vocals