Talk about a romance May to December
Everything’s a blur and all I remember
You were there with me as we crossed the velvet sea
We wind up talking about bodies in motion
One hand clapping in the middle of the ocean
Come with me, come with me, come with me into the land of
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle dusty on the windowsill
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle hoping it’ll be there still
Blue bottle, blue bottle, shining in the morning sun
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle falling when the big one comes
Searching high and low for hidden gems
Finding one or two every now and then
What can it, what can it, what can it be my wandering eyes see?
I’m left wondering what’s the commotion
Sentimental object of your devotion
Let me be, let me be, let me be, let me be with all my
Blue bottles, blue bottle, blue bottle dusty on the windowsill
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle hoping it’ll be there still
Blue bottle, blue bottle, shining in the morning sun
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle falling when the big one comes
Memories for sale
All lined up like good tin soldiers
Signs around the block
Buy one, get one, a little bit older
Why not take them all?
Friends need friends, that’s what friends do
Ten more like it at home
But there’s nothing like a shiny new
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle dusty on the windowsill
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle hoping it will be there still
Blue bottle, blue bottle, shining in the morning sun
Blue bottle, blue bottle, blue bottle falling when the big one comes
California group Floral combines dizzying guitar work with frenetic drumming for head-spinning, deeply complex post-rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020
