With lush, artful arrangements and vocals that float over hushed drum & bass beats, the debut record from Bows is like an unsettled dream filled with Freudian imagery and subconscious yearnings. Taking elements of Björk and Portishead, Bows give rise to something at once mysterious, disturbing, and beautiful.
LYRICS:
Bitching with my sisters is a pure and rare delight
Blissfully narcissistic only I won't get a
Bite my tongue before I say a single thing
That gives the game away
Golden off the shoulder that reveals my better side
Cupid tugs my heartstrings, can't resist the rising
Tidy little number
All the fun is in the wonder it excites
Fool talking
Things that I will never be
But I like it
It's what you do for
Smooth talking
Better get a better set for me
My good looking glass
There's really not much more at stake
Sicophantic asses flattering every move I
Make myself a million
And escape the mundane labours of the day
Fool talking
Things that I will never be
But I like it
It's what you do for
Smooth talking
Things that I will never ever be
Fool talking
Things that I will never be
But I like it
It's what you do for
Smooth talking
Better yet a better bet for me
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