They've come to find you, Odalisque, as the light dies terribly. On a fire escape you walk, all rare and resolved to drop.
And when they find you, Odalisque, they will rend you horribly stitch from stitch 'til all your linen limbs will fall.
Lazy lady had a baby girl and a sweet sound it made. Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt in the railroad cul-de-sac.
And what do we with 10 baby shoes, a kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? What do we do?
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right and then rip them down again. Sapling switches will rend those rags all right. What a sweet sound it makes.
And what do we do with 10 dirty Jews, a thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon? What do we do?
Lay your belly under mine. Naked under me. Such a filthy dimming shine, the way you kick and scream.
And what do we do with ten baby shoes, a kit bag full of marbles, and a broken billiard cue? What do we do?
Lazy lady had a baby girl and a sweet sound it made.
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024