“tongue lust” – lauren white – july 2001 – brooklyn

stretched my legs and sat around to the other place we stayed today played the fool in the sitting room and that’s enough for me now how about everybody else their sleazy moments with sid&nancy self pretending to care not giving a damn the comp list is good enough for you looking to spend the rest of my life under a rock with you take into account the time we might spend hating each other too whiskey and coffee blend very well blend very well my dear im sorry to say you’re not very well dressed for hanging ’round here with fear in your belly and lust on your tongue can never wait for nite to come you’re sticking out like the sore sun rising the look on your face so very surprising and the wicked things you do you say to me make me feel like a million stings in the sea we lose track of days when we don’t go to skool or work for the corporate whores like you and me

there’s actually a recording of this song, anti knows it. it’s me and jack on a fourtrack in that practise space in dumbo what hookers got fucked in on the futon.