Knots - Jeremy Messersmith

Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands;

she’s the drummer

She weaves a beat through the Kinks and Deep Purple covers

Can’t shake her off

She keeps me tied in knots

I’m tangled from the inside out

Strung out and tired, a funeral-crier;

I’m heartsick

So I twist and turn till the ropes start to burn and I’m frantic

Can’t shake her off

She keeps me tied in knots

I’m tangled from the inside out

All those uptown boys making noise;

she just yawns

With a wicked back beat, she flips them off and then she’s gone

Can’t shake her off

She keeps me tied in knots

I’m tangled from the inside out