Imaginate en Escocia, mediados de los 80's. Sos un fan del jangle pop y, una noche de bruma fría -como todas- caés a un concierto de Close Lobsters y en el escenario sueltan una canción luminosa sobre besar algo hermoso en su momento de mayor esplendor. Guitarras filosas y una voz sensible aferrada al reproche.
Por esto I Kiss the Flower in Bloom merece ser escucha una vez más. Ó por primera vez.
Every night I wake up 3 or 4 times
And walk in circles just to clear my head
All along the lines
I′ve been double-crossed
Across the lines I've been double-crossed
All of my creations have been purged
It′s the first rule of profits and it hurts
Everything is fine
I don't know what's to re-kiss
Divided the numbers
Only one thing counts
I kiss the flower in bloom
I kiss the flower in bloom
I kiss the flower
Every year I wake up a thousand times
And walk in circles just to ease the strain
Everything is fine
I don′t know what′s to re-kiss
Everything is fine
I don't know what′s to re-kiss
I kiss the flower in bloom
I kiss the flower in bloom
I kiss the flower in bloom