A Jailbird to Your Music

Caught deep in a world of work, when something very different echoes eerily over my headphones and calls me out. It's the "psych-folk duet" CocoRosie- and their intensely beautiful "Tekno Love Song".



"I fell in love with a bad, bad man
Ever since I met him I been sad, sad, sad
June faded into blooms of September's moon waned and grooved
Your perfume haunted me long after I saw the swing of heaven's gate open in toward me
Luxurious in your arms, your smile is the cool sun in the dark
Misery rejoices when you're near and fever
No sign of sickness keeps me burnin' down in my heart
Winter melts, she shys away quite like the silence a dying star makes

I'm a jail bird to your music, a criminal in your prayers
I watch you in your sleep even when you're not there

Picture this: your lips on my lips
The mirror has to do for now 'cause you vanished like a cloud
Rainbows wept colour all over the streets
When you went away maybe one day we'll meet
"Oh woman," you're callin' meI haven't slept a wink since 1916
I wasn't born then but sure feels time's been tickin'
Shadows parade outside my door
I wish we were dancin' across this old floor
Car horns honkin' down that dirty street
I wish you were yellin' tellin' to wash my feet
Lipstick I'd wear for one million years
Just to stop your eyes from fallin' them tears..."

Transcribed by sliceacadeua, emphasis mine.
Photo by Sean McCalbe for thezapgun.com