Por Kal-la-kal-la ( , , y ).
Lanzado el 5/8/2020.
Duración: 4:15.

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Letra:

Bright-vowel open-mouth forced-smile lusting-doubt backless-dress distress-replies white-sheet on-camera sung-account;
Blinded-prophet scales-in-hand October-birth reveal-demand I must confess it's no walk in the park to lead and tail the marching band!
To hand is a thin man with points to his teeth,
And he stamps his toothpick heels against the darkening beneath!
In ram-tam trials and old mout whisper-feel backdoor deals under Oxford brogue feet!

If I could only fold my stomach into itself
Lie supine in bed for days until my skin becomes as malleable as putty and all unheavenly physicality departs from me
A big love wouldn't fit a body like mine:
It must be a little love,
It shies away when the cars honk and hiss,
But adores the bells on the horse-tram.
Eight,
Nine,
Ten.