Homemade crafts on market square
Saved from cameras and cars,
cosmetics and bars
As the windmill lost its breath
Death fell onto her hair
And broke her stare
But the man detests her ways
Who will alter her rooms?
And the woman obeys.
Who has governed this land,
Has woven by hand,
Tells you that you can't ?
Mennonite Lady, be sure
Pack up your bags and close the door
Tie loose from the pleasures so few
To walk on high heeled shoes
(verse 2: move to city)
Techno gods on swollen floors
Workers rushing through lights
through rotating doors
Crossing cables overhead
Death fell onto her hair
...my kingdom come (?)
But a man may take her home
Who will plow through the past?
And the woman okays.
Who has thickened the air,
Has coloured your hair,
Tells you it’s not fair ?
Mennonite Lady, be sure
Pack up your bags and close the door
Tie loose from the pleasures so new
To walk where you once grew
(outro: back to roots)
Mennonite Lady, beware
Gear up for a world that doesn’t care...
Mennonite Lady, be sure
Pack up your bags and close the door
Tie loose from the pleasures you knew
To walk on high heeled shoes
This is the first in a series of weekly album reviews published by Andrew Dubber. If you haven’t already caught it, please check out his introductory post. There’s been talk of an 80s revival of one sort or another since long before the 80s even came to an end. Some long for the angular rhythms … Continue reading Album of the Week: Laminate Pet Animal → Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 28, 2011