Deadringer by White Hot Needles

Donald
Don
Done

Disturbance at night -
it was the morning.

Summer rain,
late of the driver's side window.
I can't do the funny face
but I can press it against the glass.

You look well on the poster
that someone had written criminal on
And then scored it out.
Do you want to come back to mine?

You don't look like your name.
It's what makes us the same.
No one is buying your dirty talk anymore
but that doesn't make it clean.

The whisper in the reality you can't augment.
40 acres of pleasure
seen from a point without measure.

I promise I won't embarrass you.

It's not 2001, it's 1968.
It's 2025
and the road to my permanent
disfigurement
is prismatic.

• Alternative
• Electronic
• Progressive Rock
• Spoken Word
• goth
• industrial
• noise rock
• post-punk
• post-rock
• United Kingdom