Dark Circles - Bambara

A naked kid is singing

Up on the stage

He’s covered in paint and he’s barking

About the human plague

I walk over to the bar

I take a seat

Misanthropy can be so grating

Without a drink

Then I see you coming

Though a haze of sewer steam

Neon glowing in the night

Red words: «Red Tide»

Shining in your eyes

You come out of the cold

The cold follows you in

I’ve been waiting for an hour now

But who’s counting?

Lips mouthing hello

Dark circles ‘round your eyes

You sit down and I tuck my hand

Between your thighs

Tell me more about your hometown

The restaurants where you worked

The amusement park on the haunted lot

Your art friends who sucked each other off

For the rich man on the hill

Buying meth from the Doe-Eyed Girl

Skinny-dipping in the desert heat

Coyote choirs howling from their traps

Your first love who got cut in half

From falling on the tracks