Les singes jouent: Det ser ut som nån blev mördad i vår säng ; Toutes les choses sont couvertes en sang . Blod över alt . . jouer tout la nuit ! Som apor tummlade där i -- Ruskea neitsyt, Valkea neitsyt: Sano sinä, Sano sinä -- Pale girl, dark girl: what I told you, what I told you.
It looks like someone was murdered in our bed: blood everywhere! This was written on summer tour in scandinavia -- sitting around in the sun trying to write lyrics that rhymed french with swedish. And a finnish chorus that taavi taught us. Based on a true story: the moon is full, and pulls on the wombs of two women, who are lovers. All night the monkeys roll and play. In the morning, the sheets are drenched in blood.