This is a song about a brief dalliance that has long since come and gone.  Its about the attempt to suppress certain libidinous impulses and the question of whether or not the curtailment of ones own sexual appetites (or, further the restraint of any personal attitudes, beliefs, etc) constitutes dishonesty. Its a question that everyone has to answer on their own and in their own given circumstances because theres no universal right answer. I'd venture to say tho that ultimately, its best to toe the line as it were. One of the biggest lessons Ive ever learned is that you should be true to yourself, but its of the utmost importance that you read the room. In other words, especially when it comes to courtship, there are things about ones self that are best saved for the right time and place. And if you never get to that time and place, you never let those parts of you out. Maybe thats a shame but, spin the wheel. Try again.

Arrrr, here be the lyrics:

"Was my voice faceless?
And were my claims all baseless?
My nerves were like loose lips, and telling you made me nervous.
Your lips that night were painted black, making me hungry.
I was wondering how long it would take to take a taste.
I was wondering if you would let me.

Woe
whoah oh woe oh
rococo cocoa
I'm mining for fools gold

Excuse my scattered attempts to take you home.
Sometimes I project innocence because Im a dirty boy
and I didn't want you to know
though since thats who I truly am
I know that I should let it show
SCORPIO
besides, even pretty hair gets tousled and tangled 
who could care?
not me
I dont care about the way that I thought it was going
or the way it ended up being

I cant distinguish last night from a stirred up stocking full o seagulls
but I remember, I was hoping for a taste of flesh, like seaweed salt
and I was wondering if I wiped the mascara off your cheek
if maybe we could take a walk down to the ocean
where we'd bottle up seafoam, label it with your name, and tie it up with ribbons of that pretty hair, all tousled and tangled
who could care?
Not me
don't care about the way that I thought it was going or the way it ended up being"

Seaweed Salt

Recorded in a Basement. Keep searching for those magical moments.

After The Rain Comes Sun

Søul Søap is doomy garage rock with a slacker grin — indie heartache tangled in fuzz, folk melodies buried in noise. The sound of thunder and driving rain rolling in through the window you left open in the  basement. It’s intricately messy (the way a silk web is when you give a spider caffeine),  raw, and strangely tender.

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