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A love song of sorts, a barbiturated pop song. As close to pop as the Nerve Meter has gotten - 4 chords and a shadowy smile. I felt her looking at me across the table, suddenly self-conscious of the movement of my lips, my body language. I felt a power from her as she looked, not speaking, just sucking in what I had to offer. Beware the ones who don't talk much, the ones trying to unravel your mysteries.h |
CD: Poison Pen
Label: Musica Alternativa
Credits: the Nerve Meter |
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Hey man, you better watch your face.
I'm gonna steal that face
and eat your mind.
Rats in paradise.n; |
CD: Poison Pen
Label: Musica Alternativa
Credits: the Nerve Meter |
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About a girl's ability to wear you like a dress, your willingness to be worn in such a way, and her eventual disgust and frustration at the tears and frays that appear in your seams. |
CD: Promotional
Label: Nope
Credits: the Nerve Meter |
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