2055 - Mexican Radio Station ( twee pop New Form )

I leave the radio half-on as if I wanted to drown out the sound of your moans the room oozes with sex slowly and erratically as if trying to emerge somewhere inside the speaker someone is speaking too close to a microphone the words blend into each other as if they were tired of being language I catch pieces not sentences just fragments that stick inside my skull a weather report that sounds like a warning a voice laughing without finishing explaining why I'm not listening anymore it's happening inside me now I'm on a Mexican radio station I'm on a Mexican radio station the bed is starting to feel like a tuner that changes frequency slightly every time I breathe badly I try to concentrate but my concentration slips away like a coin dropped into deep water They're talking about prices, inflation or people or something that once really mattered but arrives here in a distorted way I wish I were in Tijuana but even that thought arrives late like a lost postcard delivered six months later I don't understand anything and at a certain point it stops seeming like a problem just a signal just noise pretending to have a meaning I'm on a Mexican radio station ( I'm on a Mexican radio station ) The DJ is still talking but now it seems like it's coming from inside the pillow not from outside anymore just closer closer radio radio I'm on a Mexican radio station ( I'm on a Mexican radio station ) and then nothing changes but it keeps playing anyway while I'm getting more and more sweaty...