A dystopian tale. Con letras

I put my socks in
They disappear
Left a sweater here last year
The machines hum a ghostly tune
Under flickering lights
Neon blue

[Prechorus]
Is it magic or a trap
Are my clothes never coming back

[Chorus]
Lost in the laundromat
Where do my t-shirts go
Lost in the laundromat
It's a mystery
I’ll never know

[Verse 2]
The spin cycle feels like time travel
Shirts and jeans begin to unravel
The dryer’s door a black hole gate
Swallowing fabric
Sealing my fate

[Bridge]
Quarter after quarter
I feed the beast
A feast of cotton
Denim
Fleece
I’m stuck here folding what’s left behind
But the missing pieces haunt my mind

[Chorus]
Lost in the laundromat
Where do my t-shirts go
Lost in the laundromat
It’s a mystery
I’ll never know

Lost in the Laundromat# 7. ( A Project 7)

All songs, -music and lyrics - are copyrighted..
As an author - composer, I like to sing, with my natural voice or slightly transformed with different devices, according to my mood. I also play all kinds of keyboards and a little bit of 6-string guitars, both acoustic and electric.I'm pretty old, but I've still got a fairly wide vocal range, though it's getting lower and lower.
I also have a small home studio called Vesuvius( thx Sufjan Stevens! )
I like to work alone, or with two or three partners, male or female, highly qualified.
And I get some much fun to discover amazing new talents on Soudcloud. That's why I follow more people than I'm followed by. I'm just too curious..

Lost in the Laundromat# 7. ( A Project 7)

Jef Tale