Mia Lust, writing in Joyzine: “I read a Guardian article about this “dancing plague” that occurred in medieval Europe, in which hundreds of people involuntarily danced themselves to death. A story so weird it had to inspire a song”
Why can’t the beggars choose, like the finders keep
They ain’t losing sleep, while the losers weep
It seems what you sow ain’t what you reap
But the debts get deep, and the missions creep
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Delirium just kicked in
A demented epidemic
Starting to believe that I might get it
If the morning comes tomorrow
I’m going to the lake to drown my sorrows
Now I walk the streets in a psychic haze
Since we parted ways
I’ve been up for days
Til I climbed the wall of wisteria
To the other side
Of hystеria
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Saint Vitus, kick my door in
Shooting mermaids in a barrel
Wisdom of a crowd that’s turning feral
Powеr trips and power surges
Power over all my filthy urges
A demented epidemic
Starting to believe that I might get it
If the morning comes tomorrow
I’m going to the lake to drown my sorrows