Snow white surf caressed the shore,
An ocean wraith,
Spitting pearls,
Spitting pearls.
Clothes cascading, cast from the curtain,
Consuming carbon, cars driving in reverse.
Women stand in every window,
That's their throne,
Where the marble chips away,
Like the man from the cuckoo clock,
Who returns to his chamber,
Like the ropes that make the bells toll,
Like thunder.
Withered and florid,
All draped in green velvet,
Pricked on the finger,
A spike stayed inside her,
Distraught and discontent,
She wailed,
Like a siren,
Spitting pearls,
Spitting pearls,
Like thunder,
Like a siren,
Spitting pearls,
Spitting pearls,
Like thunder,
Like a siren,
Spitting pearls.
“Strangers” is packed with wonderfully menacing electro-goth—late-night horror movie music for vampire dance parties. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2023