1938, was hangin' in paris, i was wearing a long black coat,
rain wouldn't bother slapping on my face,
i knew exactly what i was doing there
i was waiting in the street, i a dark wet boulevard
shouting wind was telling me i was alone
grabbed a drink in a taverne, they'd ask me where to go,
so i told 'em "what the hell! to portobello!!!"
you should come with me, catch red butterflies
you and me, come before it's too late!
1940, iron man still wasn't there.. i guessed he went out fishing dudes for his big big "femme"
decals les escaliers, the fall was pretty loud
everything was spinning around, thought "quell vin etait terrible"
a red flash in the sky, i new "there is my guy"
grabbed his iron hailer, to portobelloooo!!!
These sweet, sad indie pop tunes accompany Ian Coss's podcast of the same name, in which he interviews his family about their divorces. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 17, 2021