Tuesday 11 January 2011

Heartface

This is Heartface written for The Charlemagnes. Now there's quite a bit of concept behind The Charlemagnes. The Charlemagnes is the second or possibly third group to splinter off Red Atlas and features myself in the guise of Johnny Ghostly and Martin, the guitarist, hell, everythingist, as Marty Polpetta. We're the remnants of a New York nuggets style garage band and all of the other members have died. We mythologise some of them in song, but not this song. This song is a pure sixties snot-punk love song. In as much as such a thing can exist:

Heart Face

She’s got some eyes on her
Laser beam eyes on her
Cut you quickly down to size
With one blast of those laser eyes
She got some mouth on her
A filthy mouth on her
She looks like she couldn’t melt butter
But her mouth’s like a London gutter

My baby’s face is a heart
I shoulda known right from the start
It gets my blood a pumpin’
Ooh that girl is really something

She’s got some hair on her
My girl could never be square
Ratted up and combed right back
She makes my pulse race like a heart-attack
She’s got some smile on her
An ice-cream smile on her
When she gives me her secret look
I’ll start babbling like a brook

My baby’s face is a heart
I shoulda known right from the start
It gets my blood a pumpin’
Ooh that girl is really something

Hey heart face! What’s up?
You gotta walk that never stops
The way move is so insane
You hit me like a runaway train








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