In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Erotic City
Erotic City
All of my purple life
I've been looking for a dame
That would want to be my wife
That was my intention, babe
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
Every time I comb my hair
Thoughts of you get in my eyes
You're a sinner, I don't care
I just want your creamy thighs
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
All of my hang-ups are gone
How I wish you felt the same
We can fuck until the dawn ('til the dawn) (until the dawn)
How I wish you were my dame (baby, won't you call my name?)
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
Uh, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Baby, you're so creamy
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can funk until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone ('til the dawn)
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time (you and me)
Some time, some time, some time, Erotic City
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can funk until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone (Come alive)
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
We can funk until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City
Ah, ah, ah, ah, Erotic City
Erotic City
Erotic City
All of my purple life
I've been looking for a dame
That would want to be my wife
That was my intention, babe
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
Every time I comb my hair
Thoughts of you get in my eyes
You're a sinner, I don't care
I just want your creamy thighs
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
All of my hang-ups are gone
How I wish you felt the same
We can fuck until the dawn ('til the dawn) (until the dawn)
How I wish you were my dame (baby, won't you call my name?)
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
Uh, whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa-whoa
Baby, you're so creamy
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can funk until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone ('til the dawn)
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time (you and me)
Some time, some time, some time, Erotic City
If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, Erotic City come alive
We can funk until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone (Come alive)
Erotic City can't you see, thoughts of pretty you and me
We can funk until the dawn, making love 'til cherry's gone
Erotic City
Ah, ah, ah, ah, Erotic City
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if you make babies you have to care for them and shit. when you're a wild mid-twenties rock star you dont want to be doing that. you just want to fuck. am i right sheila? am i right p?