There's a black box recorder in my heart
It's always on in case disaster starts
If I explode the box becomes a prize
They'll play it back just to hear your lies
Right now I am waiting
But I don''t know just what for
It's so excruciating
That could be what I adore
I don;t think you know what you've begun
Perhaps you do and simply think it's fun
We are driving down a country lane
Nothing's ever gonna be the same
Right now you are smiling
and pretending you're amused
And yes, it's quite beguiling
Is it ending? I'm so confused
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S