Ahh Clor, I miss you. You made one of my favourite dancey indie albums and then just disappeared without so much as a farewell. It makes me very sad.
Clor - Good Stuff
Coming out of my mouth
Into your eyes
Not once, but twice
Choosing the other's eye
Always why
Forever yielding
You should have seen your face
Can you imagine how I must appear
Let me do it for you
Let me do it for me
Let me give me some more of your good stuff
Help me out with my hair
How i have come to resemble those things you like No hidden seams are here
No happy faces
Guided by stellar voices
Now let me do it for you
Let me do it for me
Let me give me some more of your good stuff
We are the content
and we drink them all night
Out through a curly straw
Let's suck our poisonous juices!
Oh, that's good
Let me do it for you
Let me do it for me
Let me give me some more of your good stuff