From the recording Cantaloupe
Calvin Arsenia, voice, piano
Simon Huntley, percussion
Robert Castillo, electric bass
Rachel Lovelace, bassoon
Lyrics
His hands were equally skilled
You don’t know what you don’t miss
But the power is revealed
In the presence of his perfect lips
I know it might sound funny
Maybe slightly absurd
But His hands were equally skilled
What’s going on here?
Smells like something fishy
He leaves his fingerprints
In any medium
Pencil behind the ear
Drawing me to him
Condensation,
furrowed brow
Looking like
It’s my turn now
My my! That looks heavy
Can I get some assistance?
His hands were equally skilled
His hands were equally skilled