You tell me, my dear
Why a toilet flushes the other way around
In the Southern Hemisphere
And it doesn’t matter which way it swirls around
When a waste disappears
It’s like us speaking in the different language
Isn’t it?
You blow my mind, teddy bear
How romantic exactly pointing to the stars Altair
Hardly I can tell
Zillions of shiny diamonds are up there
It’s like us trying to pick out the right word
Isn't It?
supported by 13 fans who also own “Continuous Stories of Miss Cro-magnon (20 Years Later)”
Like sleeping giants they awaken from their droning dream state into a whirlwind of vicious energy and absolute fury. The last track is called Interlude so I'm praying that they release the sequel soon! goblintoof