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letra de no aphrodisiac [live on the state of music: episode three] - tim freedman

no aphrodisiac [live on the state of music: episode three] lyrics
[verse 1: tim freedman]
a letter to you on a cassette
’cause we don’t write anymore
gotta make it up quickly
there’s people asleep on the second floor

[chorus 1 (condensed): tim freedman]
there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
truth, beauty and a picture of you

[verse 2: tim freedman]
you’ll be walking your dog in a few hours
i’ll be asleep at my brother’s house
you’re a thousand miles away
with food between your t–th
come up for summer
i got a place near the beach
there’s room for your dog
[chorus 1: tim freedman]
there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
truth, beauty and a picture of you
don’t you know that there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
youth, truth, beauty, fame, boredom and a bottle of pills

[interlude: solo]
sup, tim?
comin’ to you live from rainy newtown
shout out everybody tuning in from around the world
kid solo, check me out
yo

[verse 3: solo]
i wrote a letter on a cassette and sent it in the mail
to give chase when your ship was setting sail
problem is that the devil’s in the detail
i need to feel your touch, put my fingers to the braille
so i sit and wait for you to write back
up late sippin’ on an eternal nightcap
but i don’t wan’ be checkin’ if you’re like that
i wanna be in your sp-ce askin’, “do you like that?”
f-ck texts, dms, and mixed messages
crossed wires, bad signal, no reception
i think we gettin’ sick from the medicine
got me chattin’ to my therapist all about
small talk, cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol
hangovers, takeaway, carelessness, panadol
asparagus, chocolate, quarantine
sh-t, i’ve had ’em all, lemme tell you
[chorus 2: tim freedman, solo, tim freedman & solo]
there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
(no aphrodisiac like loneliness)
you shouldn’t leave me alone
(no, you shouldn’t leave me, leave me alone)
there’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness
bare feet like a tom-boy and a crooked smile

[post-chorus: tim freedman, solo, tim freedman & solo]
truth, youth, beauty, fame, boredom
red hair, no hair, innocence (don’t forget instagram)
and a picture of you
a letter to you on a cassette
you shouldn’t leave me alone

[verse 4: solo, tim freedman, tim freedman & solo]
forty, shaved, s-xy, wants to do it all day
with a gun-toting trigger-happy missy named kinky renée
tired rapper, thirty-two, seeks regular meetings
for genuine, feminine, candlelit, pleasant evenings
while housewives rough wrestle with a puppy
all aquiver on a wine-soaked, strobe-lit
asiatic hall of mirrors and a dash of loneliness
said there’s no aphrodisiac quite like it
youth, truth, beauty, innocence
awkwardness
sat-rday and a picture of you
[verse 5: tim freedman, solo, tim freedman & solo]
i got a video set-up (you got a video set-up) me love you short time (me love you short time)
she makes me suck his little finger
with some mighty fine wine
youth and truth and beauty, innocence
and awkwardness, yeah (innocence and awkwardness, yeah)
and a little picture of you (of you)

- tim freedman

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