The intoxication of fantasy is surreal. The tantalization, animalistic, beneath your skin tickles of fever. The fever you want. Nothing else matters in this world. That fever. That tingle. That orgasmic ahh-ah-ah. Tears you didn’t realize you had, stuck inside, released.
Self-destruction. Orgasm. Love affair. Orgasm. Secret. Orgasm. Fuck-me the words are wet, dripping further. Hedonism? Love it. Why of course. Am I allowed to admit how much I love hedonism. Cross-road to hell when hedonism forgets their sibling, morals.
I love the idea of the fantasy of always. Those are my kicks. Fetishized love. Wet panties, change into another, wet again, change again, wet…You asked me what turns me on? Thats the short version of the answer. That is why I stay silent when asked.
However, it is my duty to be the realistic never answer to anchor us both. Too far down the rabbit hole isn’t colourful as Alice in Wonderland implies. You say, “I’ll always love you, baby.”
I say, “Always….and never.” Fantasy…..reality.
It’s time to come home, darling.
- This Merseybeat-echoing ballad documents the doomed collapse of a hedonistic relationship. Guitarist and principal songwriter Serge Pizzorno told Q magazine: “I’ve never really written a song like this before. I had this beautiful tune for ages and didn’t know what to do with it. It’s got a Phil Spector, Burt Bacharach kind of feel. It’s about a self-destructive love affair, one which is great for a bit but you both know it can’t last or someone is going to die. And Tom’s vocals are genius.”
- Pizzorno told NME he has “a tendency to be attracted to the darker side of the personality – creatively. He continued: “‘Goodbye Kiss’ is a break-up song. It’s not, ‘we fell in love and everything worked out’, it’s like ‘we had a great time, but its f–ked now. You’best f–king walk away.’ I probably go there quite often
- Citation
[Verse 1]
Doomed from the start
We met with a goodbye kiss
I’d broke my wrist
It all kicked off
I had no choice
You said that you didn’t mind
‘Cos love’s hard to find
[Hook]
La la la la
Maybe the days we had are gone
Living in silence far too long
Open your eyes and what do you see?
No more laughs, no more photographs
[Chorus]
Turning slowly
Looking back, see
No words can save this
You’re broken and I’m pissed
Run along
Like I’m supposed to
Be the man I ought to
Rock and roll sent us insane
I hope some day that we will meet again