The night is ancient and you’re sitting across the table from the impersonation of mystery, that one person in the world you’d trust with everything. Why you trust them is something you can never quite pin down. Between you, time is growing restless, made young again. The moment stops.
To ask “who’s going to save me now?” is to make some excuse, run into the grimy bathroom as a red herring. You find yourself looking—not at the “Bad Man” now sitting alone at the table—but at the threat in the mirror, someone you barely know. And staring out at you from the mirror is the person most responsible for all your problems.
Back to the band: I owe Song, By Toad for letting me in the know. As of yet I can't figure out how to buy their music, but I'll try to keep you all up-to-date.
Bambi Get Over It's Myspace, where you can hear some more tunes.
Labels: Bambi Get Over It
Good band. I hope to hear more from them. Thanks.