lyrics
April has come and gone
I'm stuck here thinking how do I write this song
Don't know what day it is
I can't remember that smell of his
Oh I long for travelling clouds
To bring sweet April showers
Cool the heat, ease into my injury
My temporary syncope
You know how,
When you've been laying still too long
And you suddenly get up,
That rush of blood
The more you feel it,
The less temporary it becomes
Like a constant heat-stroke-daze
You're Stupid. Useless. Stupefied!
credits
from
Slow Machine,
released July 15, 2020
Written, arranged and produced by Skulk
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