Into the Mirror

1. Into the Mirror

They got a mirror for the ‘caine in the bathroom

because nobody here knows when to stop

but for now we’re just making out with the door unlocked

back in the atrium the music’s slowing down,

the party’s thinning out
for the late crowd
fixes her lipstick,
fixes his belt,

the coast is clear as he walks out



She whispers:

“You get what you pay for

we could cost a lot

you get what you pay for

but we do it for the taste of a good high
we do it for the sake of a hot night”

Her man on the couch in the blue room
with everyone stoned and talking at once

with no thought to where they’d been

or what they could have done
she sits down beside him
without a hint of shame

because everything’s the same in it’s own way

Kisses her man’s cheek,

her hunter eyes lock on her prey



She signals:

You get what you play boy

we could play a lot
you get what you play boy
but you do it for the taste of a good high

we do it for the sake of a hot night

She senses the fear in him

with an irresistible kiss
and a lie she hangs on his neck
like a silver chain to her whim
pull him into the mirror again



She senses the need in him
for her irresistible kiss

and a lie that she hangs on his neck
like a silver chain to her whim



There’s a mirror for the ‘caine in the bathroom

because nobody here knows when to stop

and the hand towel on the rail

seems it hangs out here a lot


“Into the Mirror”
Tigre Blanco TB-004
7″ / iTunes / Stream
Released October 27, 2009
Running Time: 11 Minutes

Produced and Mixed by Joe Chiccarelli
Mastered by Emily Lazar and Joe LaPorta at The Lodge

2. Broken China

Our last kiss
held no hint,
just smoke and a little touch of mint
and now you’re walking out the door

No broken china on the floor by the couch
No hollow tipped attack to put you on the out
You’re simply leaving me
and not dressed to be alone
a blind fool should see this coming on

Roll out your magic ride
for the next man
put on a pretty face you’ll always win

I see you up on broadway
arm and arm with some bright young man
You’d be walking in a different direction
and i would wish you well if I had the chance

Roll out your magic ride
for the next man
put on a pretty face you’ll always win

I dial you in on the telephone
and listen to the ring beat
put on my coat and walk out that door
and walk down a different street