More songs by Rachael & Vilray
Description
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Dan Knobler
Additional Engineer: Steven Sacco
Additional Engineer: Max Troppe
Mastering Engineer: Philip Shaw Bova
Vocalist: Rachael Price
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Vilray
Recordingarranger: Jacob Zimmerman
Lyrics and translation
Original
We kissed and drifted off last night.
Now there's no sign of Jim, and in his place a tortoise. Is it him?
I woke up with a tortoise.
Is it Jim?
Tore the house apart in fright. This joke is wearing thin.
But who would leave a tortoise? Is it him?
Awkward and enormous. Is it Jim?
If I was my friend, I'd say he left you just to break your heart.
That the simplest explanation is he's cruel.
But I'm choosing poetic explication.
Aesop would support us. Figure Jim's a tortoise, and move on.
We stroke contentedly tonight, but Lord, he takes his time.
Plodding and laborious. Is it him that's living with a tortoise? Is it Jim?
A cantaloupe by candlelight, but fire makes him shy.
He backed away so courteous. Is it him? His carapace a fortress.
Is it Jim?
When he was a man, he was remote from the very start, and he never brought me roses or a jewel.
And, well, he still don't, but now he's got an explanation. Sappho would support us.
Aeschylus exhort us. Plato said the surest thing was change. Beg and don't report us.
My Jim is a tortoise, so move on.
English translation
We kissed and drifted off last night.
Now there's no sign of Jim, and in his place a tortoise. Is it him?
I woke up with a tortoise.
Is it Jim?
Tore the house apart in fright. This joke is wearing thin.
But who would leave a tortoise? Is it him?
Awkward and enormous. Is it Jim?
If I was my friend, I'd say he left you just to break your heart.
That the simplest explanation is he's cruel.
But I'm choosing poetic explication.
Aesop would support us. Figure Jim's a tortoise, and move on.
We stroke contentedly tonight, but Lord, he takes his time.
Plodding and laborious. Is it him that's living with a tortoise? Is it Jim?
A cantaloupe by candlelight, but fire makes him shy.
He backed away so courteous. Is it him? His carapace a fortress.
Is it Jim?
When he was a man, he was remote from the very start, and he never brought me roses or a jewel.
And, well, he still don't, but now he's got an explanation. Sappho would support us.
Aeschylus exhort us. Plato said the surest thing was change. Beg and don't report us.
My Jim is a tortoise, so move on.