[Intro]
Ooh
Too long
[Verse 1]
A taste of chilled anisette, babe
Looking good in pink lunette, babe
I see her in pink lunette
I see her in pink lunette
I see her through pink lunette, baby
Woo
It was like
It was like, ah
[Verse 2]
A taste of chilled anisette
Looking good in pink lunette
Flashing billboards, sick regret, babe
Flaming stupor superjet
I see her in pink lunette, babe
Yeah
Well, Manfred climbed into my nape
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
All my lifе, magnetic tape
Falling
Man
[Verse 3]
And it chop, chop, chop, chop
Chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopped up likе Richter's Atlas
I'm fading away
My position in space
Away
A Chekhovian smile
A Chekhovian smile
A Chekhovian smile of last orchards
A Chekhovian smile of last orchards
Softened mother's face
Ooh
[Verse 4]
Softened mother's face
Softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the Star
Coney Island, Richter's Atlas
Never, never, never, never know who you are
A taste of chilled anisette, babe
Looking good in pink lunette, maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret
A flaming superjet
Looking good in pink lunettes
Ooh
[Verse 5]
A Chekhovian smile
A Chekhovian smile
A Chekhovian smile of last orchards, yeah
Softened mother's face
Softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the Star
My position in space
Fading, fading, fading
Fading, fading, fading
A taste of chilled anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunette, maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret, baby
A flaming superjet, wild pink lunettes
Manfred climbed into my nape, whoa
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
In my life, magnetic tape
Falling in magnetic tape
Maybe, maybe
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of those pink lunettes
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Screaming and dreaming
Screaming
Those pink lunettes
[Verse 6]
Softened mother's face
Softened mother's face
Softened mother's face as she looked up from the Star
Coney Island, Richter's Atlas
Never, never, never, never know who you are
A taste of chilled anisette, baby
Looking good in pink lunette, maybe
Billboards flashing, sick regret
A flaming superjet
But I see her in pink lunettes
[Verse 7]
I should run and hide
Or die in the generational divide
It's getting wild
We'll fall in the generational divide
Was I born too late
For the golden days of my nanny state?
We never cried
On my side of the generational divide
Pink Lunettes was produced by Pond.
Pond released Pink Lunettes on Wed Mar 31 2021.
Nick Allbrook:
We sort of lurched straight outta mid-tempo into totally wired speed wobble fpunk so I didn’t really have time to write lyrics, just blurt scrapbook snippets and jitter around in fast forward. I think we managed to jitter along the neon tightrope between totally unhinged, strobing sp...
Nick Allbrook:
This came from another one of Jay’s crusty loops. Mainly him and Ginoli turned it wild and I just looked at my notebook and garbled over the top in a one-take vomit of pretentious art school tripe. It’s a chopped and screwed mosaic of once-coherent material from Leonard Cohen and Ric...