The way a face lights up when a match is struck to light the cigarette.
The way it is plunged into smoke and darkness a moment later.
The way there is comfort and worry in that little sulfurous explosion.
The way we once wanted to be older than we were… and when did that change?
Passing the match test?
That’s some kind of tease, because everything rests on the moment the little flame sees
Let’s go boom boom in the zoom zoom room
If you get past that brief little flash, take down my number with your pencil moustache
Play truth or dare in the light of a strike anywhere
Don’t follow the fallen already lying down there
The past lives in a room of red.
The past lives in a scandalous restroom you never quite had the gall or balls to so gloriously defile.
Let’s go boom boom in the zoom zoom room
Oh yeah, uh huh
Boom boom in the zoom zoom room
I’ll be the cause you can champion
Your scarlet companion
And won’t it be fine?
Keeping my head above water
I’m no farmer’s daughter
No clinging vine
On the night before Halloween…
In which year exactly?… I can never remember.
This music is diabolical, it fucks with the mind, so insidious, so precious.
This lighting is like hell, behind curtains, beaded fringe, sumptuous and opulent… pure hell.
A French sort of desire, held captive in a birdcage, hot like neon, frigid like nitrogen… hellfire.
The way the face is lit by a flame…
When we trip the light fantastic, a feeling so rare, it will follow your features aligned by the glare
Let’s go boom boom in the zoom zoom room
Let’s go boom boom in the zoom zoom room
