So I was wandering the streets this morning rounding up vagrant buskers. We broke in through the back door of the recording studio and, for the short time that I could maintain their attention, we gave birth to a second track on this yet to be titled album.

Once again the lyrics were dragged, kicking and screaming, from the archives, where they were expecting a dignified death. There is a slight, but tastefully rendered, S&M flavour about it. The original words may have been penned by my alter-ego, Alicia – she’s into all sorts of weird stuff.

So the lyrics are included only for true masochists.

Heads you win, tails I lose

Baby, that’s the game we choose

Tell me now what’s on your mind

I’ve heard that you’re the nasty kind

You can see me as your fool

Nag me. Gag me. Make me drool

Hands are tied, I cannot move

What more is there to you to prove?

That coin keeps spinning round and round

Feet aren’t finding solid ground

You make the call, you roll the dice

Baby I will pay the price

Throw the coin and make the call

Baby catch me as I fall

 

Sun is sinking, blinking black

Heart is beating. Beaten back

A final kiss, a final breath

A little love, this little death