Well, it's time for the show;
All the girls are dancing topless, wow!
And the band is ready to go.
Well, it's time for the show;
There's a million people waiting
And they all want to lick your toes.
They all need to know if you smoke or not,
If you'll fuck tonight and with whom.
They will check your dress, comment on your hair,
Hope to be outraged, but why you?
There's a private place, quite a fragile place,
Where you keep your amber moon.
Time to wear your cloak and work the crafty joke.
If they scent your fear you're through.
So bright when you ride.
So tired when you hide.
So nice when you abide.
So numb when you died.
Well, it's time for the show;
Be so kind as to drop your shadow,
It doesn't follow you quick enough.
Well, it's time for the show;
Did you hear about crazy diamonds?
You just had to outshine them all…
They all need to know if you smoke or not,
If you'll fuck tonight and with whom.
They will check your dress, comment on your hair,
Hope to be outraged, but why you?
Let's all feed the beast, not for money or feast,
Just to dress the old as new.
Best not to recall that there was a song
Where you once said something true.
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2023