MUSIC FOR SALE

Go for a Fleetwood drive
This ain’t no Coupe Deville
A luxury appointed ride
No more sitting still
He’s mapping out the area
He’s gonna follow through
Transmission in overdrive
To get away from you

No more convincing
I talk to the walls
You never have respected
Any boundary at all
What has never started
Is coming to an end
No shadows in the darkness
And no will to bend

Nothing to follow up with
The past is the present
-it’s over
-it’s over
Nothing is shining ahead
It’s closed up tight
-it’s over
-it’s over
Stuck in the walls that surround
A sickening omen
-it’s over
-it’s over
One you’ll never shed
Or bring to light
-it’s over
-it’s over


~Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend

Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend

Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend

Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend~


Spacious riding Fleetwood styling
No more Coupe Deville
The seats were torn and
The engine warned
Every time it saw a hill
Hold on driver
The tires are wider
You can take it off the road
Just bring water
The radiator’s gonna
Get hot when it’s under load

I’ve been hated and degraded
Driving in a junk
Balding tires exposed wires
Bodies in the trunk
But I’m a deceiver
And I’ll make a believer
If you’re mindful take a note
But I know better
And I’ve seen the letter
No surprise by what you wrote

Sit back working on the words
Upon a paper
-it’s over
-it’s over
Didn’t have the foresight to give
A proper rewrite
-it’s over
-it’s over
Looking for somebody to provide
Another answer
-it’s over
-it’s over
It’s like searching with a candle
In the sunlight
-it’s over
-it’s over

~ Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend

Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend

Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend

Bain de soleil
For the San Tropez trend ~