Pas devant les enfants
On and on and on it goes, only heaven knows
Pas devant les enfants
Hide it in the undergrowth and sow your seeds in tidy rows
Your name will be taken from you
“Bunny Livingston I presume”
And they led us on a merry dance
Only ever gave us half a chance
All the cold and wind that travelled south
No it couldn’t keep the bad ones out
Pas devant les enfants
Green grow the rushes o
Tell them what you know
Pas devant les enfants
Sing it from the grassy knoll
Or throw it down the memory hole
It’s time to claim the words we lost
Take them from the Devil on the cross
And they led us on a merry dance
Only ever gave us half a chance
All the cold and wind that travelled south
Couldn’t ever keep the bad ones out
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024