The skyline of our city's getting lost in all this heat
The steam is rising up
Beneath the pavement on the streets
I thought I'd take a walk downtown
To try and clear my head
But as I stepped outside
I felt this overwhelming dread and I said
Big city, you can go to hell
At first I didn't mean it
But it happened just as well
Big city, you keep burning me
How am I supposed to leave my house
With my heart on my sleeve?
Crack an egg on your head
Let the yolk drip down
Let the yolk drip down
Let the yolk drip down
But unless you're really hungry
Never let it hit the ground
Big city, you can go to hell
At first I didn't mean I guess it’s just as well
Big city, you keep burning me
Got to cover up my soul with SPF 50
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024