Hot face balance un single classe et vintage. Ca s’appelle « 17 day Migraine » et je valide.
Un cocktail de chaos et de riffs sixties : L’énergie sauvage de Hot Face
Et les lyrics qui vont bien :
Crawling out
Slipping in
A new sensation grows within
I look to the past
To see tomorrow’s died
I could turn to glass
But wouldn’t know why
So I have a secret
A sting in the eyes
An explosion of sadness behind a smile
And I can’t remember
From where it came
A kiss from the dark
A gift from the rain
And just like angels made of stone
If only looks could kill
An ugly virtue
A pleasant pain
When will it end
17 days
A friend a foe
A figure a face
A painted look coloured with disdain
An empty seat
A crowded room
A silent explosion
A jaded bloom
And just like angels made of stone
If only looks could kill
An ugly virtue
A pleasant pain
When will it end
17 days



