Long light, chiming light, exasperating light, coasting and glancing with the ridges. Playing tennis over the ocean, 15 - love, 30 - love, 40 - love, GAME! The future - it's in our pants, it's a sport, it's just a bloody sport. We're imposing a pogrom on powerless morons, all things huge and tiny, mammoth and mouse-like.
I govern the droplets, I decide where they go
I govern the droplets, I make them course down your windscreen window
They was looking yonderly so I slonked them where they stood, they're like mooncalves hiding in the midden. The blackclocks always cop up topside. It's a subtle power puffing from below. They keep clicking and opening new windows, they're not even real they're just cardboard cut-outs. Clubs with heads, club heads.
I govern the droplets, I decide where they go
I govern the droplets, I make them course down your windscreen window
I govern the droplets, just so you know
I govern the droplets, rain, hail, sleet, snow
credits
from club heads,
released April 29, 2013
Written by Robert Bidder and Sam Eden Green
G!CE is sam and robert. We met as small people. We have been friends a long time. Here we present some songs we've made. They are proper songs with lyrics that you will hear on kiss fm (probably). Love.xx
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