Why did you pull it the mask off?
We were only startin’ to breathe
Why did you pull it the mask off?
We were only starin’ to breathe
Why did you have to be so funny lookin’?
I can hardly see
It’s because of the smoke screen, baby
Your little lock and key
Why did you pull out the mascot?
We were all playin’ on the team
Why did you pull out the mascot?
We were all american dream
All welcome, say please
If you know him by another name, ladies
He’s a twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
This is the greatest illusion that there’s ever been
I’m comin’ to a conclusion, baby, and I’m sorry if I’m mean
Why do you fuck up the weekdays, baby, if you got the grind?
Why do you fuck up the weekdays, baby, do you think god will mind?
All welcome, say please
If you know him by another name, ladies
He’s a twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
Well he’s a twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
Well he’s a twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
A twentieth century beast
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024