Hips Like Cinderella
It could’ve been the summer of 1991 that I was thinking there might be an underwater god. That was right around the first time they kicked me out of the Green Party. Kim shows up in the vid at about 1:20, working her Steinburger headless bass, and panting heavily. How was I supposed to know she was perfect? My precious memories are becoming polluted. I am left with flashbacks of steering my bike down city streets and back alleys in a cold drizzle. It was 4 AM. At least I knew this part was true. All the traffic signals were blinking red. I was in love. Maybe that’s why. This was pre cell phone.