Kind of a self-conscious "Come on Baby, Light My Fire".
It's about the necessity and pitfalls of seduction in a post-Christian society. The couple needs sea legs because they are on some unfamiliar, shaky ground, and worse, trying to do something our modern heads have a hard time dealing with.
The moon is dead, our art having rejected romance in most forms. Yet it's carcass does still rise, women still have their moonstrils, and we still get the need for physical intimacy.
So when the urge hits, according to this guy, there's no time for him to build the romantic and moral framework that most women need to feel comfortable. He's contributed his single lie ("I love you"), momentum is established, and they need to get on with this thing, as a seduction interrupted by a woman's questioning is about as revivable as an animal run over by a train. But if he can keep it on track, there'll be quite a fire.
Kind of a self-conscious "Come on Baby, Light My Fire". It's about the necessity and pitfalls of seduction in a post-Christian society. The couple needs sea legs because they are on some unfamiliar, shaky ground, and worse, trying to do something our modern heads have a hard time dealing with. The moon is dead, our art having rejected romance in most forms. Yet it's carcass does still rise, women still have their moonstrils, and we still get the need for physical intimacy. So when the urge hits, according to this guy, there's no time for him to build the romantic and moral framework that most women need to feel comfortable. He's contributed his single lie ("I love you"), momentum is established, and they need to get on with this thing, as a seduction interrupted by a woman's questioning is about as revivable as an animal run over by a train. But if he can keep it on track, there'll be quite a fire.
@jaZZjaZZ54 "moonstruels"
@jaZZjaZZ54 "moonstruels"