Crystal Tea in the Bathroom Sink
v4
@Andrew Love
Crystal Tea in the Bathroom Sink
v4
@Andrew Love
Dalszöveg
[Verse 1]
Silver fish in my cereal bowl
They’re reading tiny newspapers
I stir the spoon
It stirs my skull
The cupboard door keeps changing neighbors
[Chorus]
Crystal tea in the bathroom sink
Dripping from the ceiling
Asking what I think
I blink once
The wallpaper sings
I blink twice
The kettle grows wings
[Verse 2]
My left shoe hums a railway hymn
Right one argues with the stairs
Calendar melts on the window rim
Yesterday’s birthdays float in pairs
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals] Count to nine in broken colors
Four… eleven… Tuesday… green
[sudden stop]
[low vocal register] Did you hear that chair just breathing?
[sitar glissando] It’s been listening to our dreams
[Chorus]
Silver fish in my cereal bowl
They’re reading tiny newspapers
I stir the spoon
It stirs my skull
The cupboard door keeps changing neighbors
[Chorus]
Crystal tea in the bathroom sink
Dripping from the ceiling
Asking what I think
I blink once
The wallpaper sings
I blink twice
The kettle grows wings
[Verse 2]
My left shoe hums a railway hymn
Right one argues with the stairs
Calendar melts on the window rim
Yesterday’s birthdays float in pairs
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals] Count to nine in broken colors
Four… eleven… Tuesday… green
[sudden stop]
[low vocal register] Did you hear that chair just breathing?
[sitar glissando] It’s been listening to our dreams
[Chorus]
A zene stílusa
60s-tinged psychedelic rock with off-kilter chord turns and sudden drop-outs; hazy mellotron swells, droning sitar figures, and eerie ondes martenot glides weaving around a loose, slightly detuned band. Male vocals, half-sung/half-murmured, drift in and out of time; abrupt full-band stops and tape-echoed mutters create a woozy, unpredictable arc that peaks in the chorus with warped group harmonies.
