I'm not afraid to admit it
Sometimes I feel like I should just go ahead and quit it
Here I am chained to the wall as you prepare for the fall
Because you don't even get it
I don't wanna wait in a line
And I don't wanna waste your time
So just tell me you're mine all mine
Oh woah oh
Love is strange
Love is strange
I'm not afraid to regret it
Most decisions in life are merely based on fetish
Here I am chained to the wall as you prepare for the fall
Because you don't even get it
I don't wanna wait in a line
And I don't wanna waste your time
So just tell me you're mine all mine
Oh woah oh
Love is strange
Love is strange
Love is strange
Love is strange
(solo)
I'm not afraid to admit it
Sometimes I feel like I should just go ahead and quit it
Here I am chained to the wall as you prepare for the fall
Because you don't even get it
I don't wanna wait in a line
And I don't wanna waste your time
So just tell me you're mine all mine
Oh woah oh
Love is strange
Love is strange
Love is strange
Love is strange
LITTLE DISASTER
Lyrics by: Frank Bressi
I don't want to control or console you
I'm not trying to police or patrol you
Thank God for my little disaster
Your little Indians are all in a line
Forgot the timing now you're caught in a lie
Thank God for my little disaster
Thank God for my little disaster
On graduation day walking on water
But now you drown in the sink and so you wanna go home
So in the languages of many nations
Don't worry about the kids
The kids will never let you down
Sirens of the police state
This is your hit parade
Ok?
I don't want to rifle or grenade you
I'm not trying to persuade or invade you
Your little injuries are all in a line
But you forgot the healing process and destroy the designs
Oh
Thank God for my little disaster
Thank God for my little disaster
On graduation day walking on water
But now you drown in the sink and so you wanna go home
So in the languages of many nations
Don't worry about the kids
The kids will never let you down
Sirens of the police state
This is your hit parade
(solo)
Thank God for my little disaster
Thank God for my little disaster
F.Y.C.
Lyrics by: Frank Bressi
We are the people that you meet
In every house on every street
With a pornographic illumination
We are the ones who let the truth stand naked
We are the primitive elite
We are carbon in the sand
We are the saved we are the damned
With a pornographic illumination
We are the ones who let the truth stand naked
We are the real Americans
(solo)
With a pornographic illumination
We are the ones who let the truth stand naked
With a pornographic illumination
We are the ones who let the truth stand naked
With a pornographic illumination
We are the ones who let the truth stand naked
With a pornographic illumination
We are the ones who let the truth stand oh oh oh oh yeah
credits
from Fantastic Planet,
released December 21, 2012
Frank-Guitar/Voice
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Shannon-Bass/Voice
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Melbourne-based Slush's debut EP is filled with feminist, punky-pop tunes that make for an exciting introduction to their music. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2019