What does this designer call that outfit, Dead Carp?
It reminded me of my favorite song about a watery murder.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an0VNmQrO0k
“Don’t go there,”
I heard her say.
“You can’t stomach what you’re gonna see.”
It’s down there by the waters edge,
Wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else.
Funny how,
These things come about.
When you’re tied to the teeth and mouth,
The sound of fury,
A shot of pain.
There was no real reason,
No gain.
I can’t go down to the water’s edge,
I didn’t do it,
I saw who did.
Don’t go down to the waters edge,
They did it once and they can do it again.
It ain’t no secret to me,
How she got there down by the stream.
Cause I’d seen her a minute before,
The van pulled up and opened the door. (oh my love)
I can’t say a single word,
About what I saw of her.
Cause her killers,
They got their friends,
In familiar places,
I tell you man!
I can’t go down to the water’s edge,
I didn’t do it,
I saw who did.
Don’t go down to the waters edge,
They did it once and they can do it again.
This ain’t no fucking game.
And I’m feeling so ashamed,
Cause I didn’t do anything.
No I didn’t do anything,
-to stop,
-to stop,
-to stop,
-to stop,
This from,
Happening.
I did not do,
Anything!
Don’t go down to the waters edge you said to me,
I didn’t do it but,
I saw who did you see.
Don’t go down to the waters edge,
They did it once and they can do it again.
I swear,
I swear,
I swear,
I swear,
I didn’t do a thing,
I should have done something