out (not of the closet)

battant words are here :
The Butcher

It never seemed to cross my mind
Then suddenly a picture flashed
And suddenly the lights had changed
I stepped out off the pavement and hit the dash

Majorette you’ll never bet a baton to be gone
Up again
You cop in plastic. Sparkle covers everything

Board up this old window
Seeing things through the display
To step in is to vanish
Join the Old Butcher’s parade

Up into the halfway scene
Grand Ole Opry do dancing moves
I awkwardly strain through my steps
He watches from a bleacher
And claps on cue

Majorette you’ll never bet a baton to be gone
Up again
You cop in plastic. Sparkle covers everything

The Butcher looks through teary eyes
Remembering the static smell
Remembering them run afar
To leave, but seeped on marble
No one to tell

Majorette you’ll never bet a baton to be gone
Up again
You cop in plastic. Sparkle covers everything.


at the moment the music is here :














ivan.S and tim.P just need one more week to finish the production.
album out : february 2009.

battant. kevin [1989]
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