Formentera Lady: Eeehhh?!? It sounds brown. Piano and flute flutter together like birds in love. Gay englishman gently wails. The drum and bass beat a rhythm that I want to crawl inside.
Walking down a country road made of white cobblestones. The sun is shining. It's so bright. So bright.
A lute, a flute, a fiddler. The sound of branded glassware celebrating somewhere down the road. The saxophone calls to me. The castrato mimics it's beacon.
Stay the fuck away from the castrato Riri.