nice cold opening
of a clipped quirky song
an Irish backbone
informs a Northwestern sense
a little beer hall
a little polka
an accordion
that seems Southern
and Southwestern
praising the moment like a prayer
and a sudden ending
that's soulful
sweet
with her sexy throaty voice
that feels fleshy
electric
telling you she's a woman that wants to
love love love you
she would like to
tango
singing of bones
glam bounce
and 80's
art
pop
and one metal rimmed finish
leads to a sea shanty chorus
then strum strum
you sing
a familiar female part
in this
girl
group
dessert
indie
pop
at the prom
pass out
belly
this fucking song
creeps up
on me
with the Angel Of Harlem horns
the tweaked distant voice
the open chords of the twelve strings strong
the celestial slide of the trombone
the crap tinny
one room
sound
at the end
the bit with the improvising horns
I'm not sure what the story of this song
is but I am sure there is one
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