Cheerleader

This track is like the rumbling of subway cars, where love flares up brightly but leaves bruises. You can feel the frantic rhythm of the underground, where each car is a new twist of fate. Here, the queen with the crown breaks her lips, and the jester's son loses his head on the J-line. There is no salvation in the crowd, no shelter from prying eyes, only an endless cycle of stations and feelings. The L-train rushes through the grey haze, where passion is a kick in the ribs and the colour of life is grey, following brown. Ironic, bold, with a hint of asphalt, this track is an ode to those who love and lose themselves in the rhythm of the big city.