Sloslylove Is Playing at My House - Arms Aloft

Apologies, Comrade CBE if you’d been saving that bottle of gin

Or if a dozen road-weary boys on your floor’s not a special occasion

See, Australian «Cops» was a touch overbearing and the dawn was shining right

in my eyes

The fires of thirst, they ain’t easily quenched

But goddamn if we didn’t have to try

There’s a line between being spread thin, it seems

And just being distant.

Discarded or scattered

This machine kills my bad dreams.

Have no trouble sleeping, just skip sleep a

bit better

Spin something I ain’t heard before

And I’ll drink along like I know every word

Find comfort in patterns, disquiet in the static

Hope we dig deeper than ground floors or aesthetics

Spin this web of a family too close to be so far apart

But you can drive all night to the tune of «Brighter Lights» and never once

notice the dark

There’s a line between being spread thin, it seems

And just being distant.

Discarded or scattered

Cymbal bleed.

Bathroom stalls and keys

Still no worse for worn-out, wasted or battered

This machine kills my bad dreams

Have no trouble sleeping, just skip sleep a bit better