A physical CD release of the album Project 17. Comes in a digipack case with printed album and disc art. This first edition is limited to a run of just fifty copies.
Includes unlimited streaming of Project 17
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 3 days
Lady writer, let me step inside your head
Stimulate my mind with all the things I never seem to get at home
I'll buy the coffee, you tell the tales you've spun
Eloquently rolling off your sweet Norwegian tongue
You name the time and place, I'll make sure not to miss this rendez-vous
Because I am dying for an intellectual affair with you
My girlfriend's everything a man like me could want
But she'll never understand what it's like to go through writer's block
She's suspicious that there's something going on
But if we only meet to talk, then how can this be wrong?
If it's nothing physical then why does this arrangement feel taboo?
Is it because I'm dying for an intellectual affair with you?
Lock away my good sense, bury it at sea
Torture me with pure poetic prose until I hope to lose the key
Lady writer, you're a muse made manifest
But if I try to use the muse, my home life could be wrecked
This could get messy, so I'm going have to stop and think it through
And subdue my desire for an intellectual affair with you