Just been freakin' out for the past few days with psychedelic pop. It has been a strange week of German films, listening to so called Krautrock (Nue! and Kraftwerk) and the 60's band The Zombies. Sooo...ummm...I wrote this song, I had Matt Lynott throw down some old-school-one-microphone-drums and I forced Greg Friedman at gunpoint to come over and play bass. I could've done it myself, but it is more fun forcing your friends to play with you rather than complete masturbation with oneself.

I don't know what to think of the song, maybe that is a good thing, or?

Violets and White

Silver saucers of space echo omnipresent circles in the chrome high sky
Lips are like fists for the sexual transmitted knowlege of you and I

I'll be giving you viloets and white, whispering
I'll be giving you violets and white to change your mind

Realizing that I simply know nothing is a wonderful place to be
Skin of steely milk, for your air-conditioned silk is so honey-sucking chic

I'll be giving you viloets and white, pistol-whipping
I'll be giving you violets and white to change your mind

Don't you see the stars? The stars will fall for us. You see, the stars,
The stars will fall for us. For us.