Story Behind the Song
A hermit's life with the sole company of a computer and other "new gods with little names" (TV, VCR, Hi-fi, CD-R, Zip etc.), little before stepping once again out of the cocoon, along with the expectations and uncertainty of a love that comes and goes drop by drop. Here's where the song "spins" about. Much of the recording came from improvisation bits'n'pieces on a basic idea, which in other cases might have been considered as "trash" or "leftovers". Recorded at My Pet Machine during early 2000.
Lyrics
Spinning Girl
I spend my time in silkworm shell,
and Adam's ripped side is my morning toast,
I dress off my own fiber threads,
unborn as I am, we share our hormones.
I milk you pretty pet machine,
inject me with domestic overdose,
(keep her beside me)
keep me awake and clean as guilt,
but only 'till my love sad eyes is home.
CHORUS
Spinning girl, shapeless,
spleening girl, tameless,
smoke my thoughts, I'm flowing,
little red socks, I'm waiting.
All of my friends are desert roads,
fifteen day honeymoons and butterflies,
dangerous u-turns, nasty curves,
they keep departing to their private skies,
(keep them beside me)
keep them beside me.
I'm just as happy as can be,
it all depends on my velocity.
A hermit stacked in racing car,
won't you come down, I' m bored of praying.
CHORUS
Spinning girl, shapeless,
spleening girl, tameless,
smoke my thoughts, I'm flowing,
(our new gods with your simple names,
come near, we're bored of walking)
little red socks, I'm waiting
(we're just a bunch of trainee saints,
eager to earn our precious halos).
We're just a bunch of trainee saints,
eager to earn our precious halos.
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