Velvet Karens - Subtle Signs

******************************************************************************** Velvet Karens On Ludwig Vistalite drum kit - Kim On Höfner 500/1 Violin Bass Sunburst 1965 - Roxy On Gibson G-101 organ - Ivy On 1959 Gretsch 6120 hollowbody guitar - lead singer - Daisy ******************************************************************************** One, two, three, four You don't need to look for expensive flacons No heavy perfumes from Parisian salons My natural scent quietly does the trick Waking up your senses, subtle and quick Come a little closer, step out of your mind Lean in and catch what you're hoping to find Softly breathe me in, right here in my neck Irresistible by nature, keeping you in check Yes, the logic here is to drive you crazy. Without a word, making the vision hazy. A glance, a gesture, a hidden little sign. Caught up completely in this web of mine. It’s the art of restraint, pure and refined. Watch how the rhythm leaves control behind. Acting as if the world caught me by surprise Looking down shyly, avoiding your eyes A casual routine, a momentary stare Setting a mood with a focused air See the playful spirit in a quiet face A subtle softness that sets up the chase Falling for the rhythm, I can tell by the glare Trapped in the music we've spun with such care Yes, the logic here is to drive you crazy. Without a word, making the vision hazy. A glance, a gesture, a hidden little sign. Caught up completely in this web of mine. [Tape pitch-wobble effect] It’s the art of restraint, pure and refined. Watch how the rhythm leaves control behind. Talking about everything, the tension grows high Pondering thoughts as the minutes cruise by And right at that moment, while the fire burns low A momentary pause, just for the show That is the moment, the instant magnet A touch of mystery that you won't forget Confident and elusive, a masterful play Dictating the rhythm and leading the way Yes, the logic here is to drive you crazy. Without a word, making the vision hazy. A glance, a gesture, a hidden little sign. Caught up completely in this web of mine. It’s the art of restraint, pure and refined. Watch how the rhythm leaves control behind. It’s not about grand gestures or making a scene It’s the space left unfilled, the whispers in between Holding all the cards while letting you believe That the music is hidden right up a sleeve Just a breath, just a touch, just a shift in the air And the song is playing, right then and there... And you wouldn't think it, but listen real close Humming along to the rhythm that flows In the kitchen, the car, or just passing time The melody starts to rhythmically climb No golden microphone, no perfect pitch requested It’s about the joy and the passion invested Belting out that anthem laughing as we drive The energy is high because it’s so alive Yeah, knowing exactly how to drive you mad... Yes, the logic here is to drive you crazy. Without a word, making the vision hazy. A glance, a gesture, a hidden little sign. Caught up completely in this web of mine. [Metallic spring-reverb artifacting] It’s the art of restraint, pure and refined. Watch how the rhythm leaves control behind.