SLH4F BUYS BORGHESE (OFFICIAL)

[KLEZMER OPERETTA] [rapid] [BPM 200-220] [INTRO - Klezmer] On Sunday at 3:07pm, having failed to achieve love, revolution, or even medium-rare brisket, a sad and lonely human seeking freedom entered the Macy’s at 34th and Seventh in pursuit of moisturizer or something like it. [Refrain — echo] Welcome back to S.L.h.4.F. seeking freedom. A sad and lonely human… [VERSE 1 - Klezmer] He did not require serum, but approached the Borghezze counter as if it were a grave or perhaps a foreign consulate for the vaguely luminous. Buongiorno, sir. Have you tried the Cura di Vita Restorative Complexe? Free gift with any purchase. [VERSE 2 - Klezmer] He stared at the samples like they'd said something cruel in a language he once knew but never trusted. He mistook a toner for a tincture, a tester for a gesture, a mirror for surveillance, a blush for betrayal. [CHORUS] Would you describe your skin as dry… or existential? [Refrain — echo] A sad and lonely human… seeking freedom. A sad and lonely human… [VERSE 3] He tried to leave. Truly, he did. But a woman with a badge shaped like a question mark asked if he was shopping for himself. Of course not. He was shopping for the idea of skin untainted by memory, pH-balanced against regret. [Refrain — echo] A sad and lonely human… seeking freedom. A sad and lonely human…..! [BRIDGE] The sad and lonely human, deftly dodging a clarifying lotion, asked for “whatever makes you unrecognizable at brunch.” She offered him a scent named “Orris Absolu.” It smelled of cancelled plans and upholstery. He bought it. [Refrain — echo] A sad and lonely human… seeking freedom. A sad and lonely human… [CHORUS] Thank you for visiting the House of BorghEzzze Beauty is a question of purchase. Freedom comes with a receipt. [VERSE 4] The escalator played Satie in static. He rode down slowly cradling the bag like a verdict, imagining someone would ask what he’d bought— so he could lie, just once, beautifully. [CODA] Somewhere in home goods, a sale was announced. But he was already outside, walking north on Columbus, smelling faintly of orchid and denial, seeking freedom. Still. [Refrain — echo] A sad and lonely human… seeking freedom. A sad and lonely human…