Crooks from BAZ by Basmati

have god or have not
the thought rose from my hat
its the same song
our love is older than grape leaves and saffron
its the same song
bad ground
the crooks found me passed out on your couch
its the same song
our love's heart throbs
in cold leaves and saffron
its the same song
to millions of people
gather around
//
maybe you emerged from the caves to say that you'd gone away
takes me so long to make and then i throw it away
but i love it anyway
///
remember all those houses?
people used to live there
way down south and they talked about society
but all around people frowned and sighed

• Comedy
• future pop
• psychedelic
• richmond va
• slug punk
• surreal coldplay
• Richmond