Aurgasm

folk // acoustic rock

I don’t know what can convey how simple and lovely this song is better than the lyrics, so: My, my you’re just like pie, when I call you on the phone. You say hello and that’s the crust, the filling is yet to come. My, my you’re just like eggs. You’re all slimy on the outside and yolky in the middle. Wait a second… that’s not right; what I really meant is that I love you in the morning. Oh, I love you in the morning.
No joke you’re an artichoke. You have to peel away the outside which is good ya know but the inside is better…

Gabriel Mann – Artichoke

Posted by Paul Irish on Wednesday, November 10th, 2004 under folk, rock.