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The Whipped Cream and the Razor
4’22” / Words & Music by Tal Zana
A short love story told with Rhodes and a synth lead, written and recorded on a November day of 2005.
The Whipped Cream and the Razor
© 2006 Tal Zana
He met her on a journey
to a lullaby
Her hair was trickling light and
twisted rhymes
July was tailing april
as though june didn’t care
He took his time and she did
too
Her face was like a worn-out
parade of dead desire
marching with a steady
beat
Her smile was like a razor
With whipped cream on the side
So happy she could kill some
time
He didn’t mind his own blood
as long as she was there and
made sure he wouldn’t pass out
Together they lived out their
torrential gale of pain
until her laugh extinguished
his
She said she couldn’t stand the
bloodstains anymore
and disappeared into the
night
He wandered like a scarecrow
who ran all out of whisky
through endless fields of sorrow
His tourniquet all loose now
he ran into a woman
who loved him like an angel
She tried to stop the bleeding
but he could only think of
the whipped cream and the razor
and you
Oh baby, how I love you