folderol, folderol, folderol!

from by ian craig

/

about

when you love someone and just want to touch them (and, well, here's the rub: they don't want to touch you). another one from the greg dulli wannabe lyric writing session. have to admit, "pretend i'm an illegal alien / and you are quartering me, baby" is a pretty damn sexy come on. proud of the bass work on this one.

lyrics

folderol, folderol, folderol
take it all, take it all, take it all
these arms are ready to hold you
i'm a talented motherfucker
and you are spitting on my grave
when you look at me like that
say my name, baby
i can feel you buck against my chest
cracked spine echoing in solitude
"save yourself" is what you say
"lie to yourself" is what you mean
are you indoctrinated in mind?
put that mouth on me
let me taste that sweat
feel my stubble hit your skin
pretend i'm an illegal alien
and you are quartering me, baby
pretend i'm dr. frankenstein
kiss that bolt of lightening right through me, girl

credits

from holding my hands out: (2008​-​2016), released July 20, 2016

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

ian craig Columbus

piano, bass, drums + percussion, guitars, banjo, mandolin, ukelele, melodica, vocals, lyrics, all recording

contact / help

Contact ian craig

Streaming and
Download help