Bored Autocratz from White Midnight by 6s & 7s

A map upon your brow, a cross against my name Bored Autocratz, with young drama to give
A soap-in-sock hour, blue lights upon some veins An owner/builder, not a slave to narrative
In White Midnight, with jackals on the beat A Como kid deprives your liberty
A phone call lost in a BPM marquee Holding court in a cubicle

Shuffling ambered throes, blazing arteries Fear of missing out; don't want it actually On a floor of eyes, there's nothing to see
Sed said you were here, but you had to leave
One wants to hear their youth, touch and move and see By the feet of that payphone talkin' breed
Too straight for dancing shoes, the best that there will be Is Gidget if you will spend your weekend lust on me

When the morning is getting cold (Spend your lust on me) When you come in with 1-2 blows (Spend your lust on me) When the talkin' is growing old (Spend your lust on me) When the news is hard to hold
Awake to the club shrug, stasis at 20
Pocket a lobster and spend it back to Ruby Street Past a murder scene (I call you)

Yes/no in white jeans (You call me) Blood and onion swill (1 callyou), That shaking half-speed drill

Jewellery stores for dogs and beds where bimbos bake Muscle shops tweak at the activated teat
That idling Goethe hum, soft crush on real estate Dwindling Nonnas sweep the porch on fading streets In White Midnight, large ''L" liberal deceit
A Highgate kid has deprived my liberty
A phone call lost in Dance dressed as lndie Still holding court in a cubicle

Boxers promises, winding taxi strings D&M corners, hand-to-head offerings
Blue and red and white, paginates the night Another GBH at the OBH
The boys, they want her skin and if they can't get in It's each others skin, that they will break in
Before that mortal dent, when you snort up all our rent Gidget won't you bring me your weekend lust?

• indie
• Rock
• diy-record-label
• garage
• post-rock
• synth pop
• Australia