Splendour Station from Places by Absent One

Get some whiskey at the bar and play some blackjack.
When the shit hits the fan – there’s a backdoor
Mr. Daniel, do you mind if I call you Jack?
There’re so many things here that I still adore.
Like opportunity to talk and to tank up,
To shine as a star or to burn out.
Stick’em up! Don’t move! It’s a cleanup!
Love is a card game, such a pointless rout.

We are short of destination.
Sha-la-la-la!
We arrive at “Splendour” station.
Sha-la-la-la!
Electro thunder and acid rain,
I’ve got all things to waste today!
Limitations, fluctuation, everything as you say.

At the table in the corner in a red dress
There’s a woman with a glance of a porn star.
I can’t bare this stress! Can’t bare this stress –
There’s a woman with a glance of a porn star.
She does nothing to provoke.
She puts her hand in a cookie jar.
I float across the room along with exhaled smoke.
She is a woman with a glance of a porn star.

• Dark Cabaret
• Darkwave
• Gothic
• Post-Punk
• Synth
• darkwave gothic post-punk
• город Москва