You've got a sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
But it makes me sour, sour, sour, sour grapes
'Cause it's just a cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little taste
Of what I can never, never, never, never possess
Hey this is a neat, neat, neat, neat little place you got here
I wanna burn it to the ground, ground, ground, grind to dust
'Cause you've got that sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
And it's burning up my soul, it's making me whol-
ly split in slivers; broken mirrors
Show my best side
You say such sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet little things to me
They sting like fire, fire, fire, they burn me down
'Cause they're just a cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little way
To keep your distance, distance, distance, you're far from me
Hey this is a neat, neat, neat, neat little place you got here
I wanna heave it in the sea, sea, sea, and see it sink
'Cause you've got that sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet face
And it's burning up my soul, it's making me whol-
ly split in slivers; broken mirrors
Show my best side
It's burning up my hours; for love like mine just drowns
It's host like a river; it's a broken mirror
That shows my best side
credits
from Burnt letters EP,
released April 6, 2014
Kinch Kinski: guitars, vocals, bass, percussion
Louise Pine: vocals
Burnt letters is a Melbourne-based alt-country and blues outfit influenced by Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave, Geechie Wiley,
crushing heartbreak, and the full moon wreathed in red.
Started as a recording project in late 2013 it is now a full fledged thing.
Burnt letters is all about good songs, good times, and sweet vocal harmonies. Come along to a show and cry while you're dancing....more
This is just feel-good country rock. Blast it in your kitchen while you fry pork and your sweetheart dances around in the nude. You'll thank me for it. Burnt letters