I was at the pictures
And I saw nothing new
I try to open up the floodgates
But nothing's coming through
I try to live like it's all ending
Like the film says I should
But I don't know where to start
Or if I really could
But this much I know -
Strike while the iron's hot
Give it all you've got
And if it goes lukewarm,
Drop it, and ride the storm
Oh it's not for want of trying
Of trying not to want
But desire seeps through the crevices
And sets in like a rot
You see I backed another loser
I thought it was a cert
But it stumbled at the first
I should have stayed alert
But this much I know -
Strike while the iron's hot
Give it all you've got
And if it goes lukewarm,
Drop it, and ride the storm
Nothing lost, nothing gained
An even balance, I won't complain
But I'll leave my high hopes at the door
And just get high on what I score
Classical instrumentation mixed with emotionally direct art-pop songwriting and sensibilities—unique, lush, warm, and complex. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 30, 2019