In the dark, silhouettes outlined against the backdrop of night, he was joined by a second, a partner that turned the solo performance into a duet, drawing a knife and swinging-
♫ Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift But most of the time, it does And I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was ♪
Steps moved to the rhythm, transmuting a duel into a dance, at times the swish of either a coat or a tail carrying the stranger to arm's length, at times bringing them so close lips and beak had to be touching, only for the next phrase of the duel to bring them apart again.
♫ And I'll be your boy, if you say it's a gift And you give me some more of your drug Yeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift ♪
No, there was no illusion. This was flirting dressed up as flynning, a blade to the throat hiding a brush of the cheek and a chokehold only an excuse for a caress, the singer's blade forced out of the way as his silent partner abandoned all pretense, leading him in a choreographed sweep across the stage-
♫ Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys Just need a little because, because ♪
-only for even these dim lights to go down and fade to black, and as the music stepped down from the bridge, and the lights returned, Phoenix was once more alone.
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♫ Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift
But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift
Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was ♪
Steps moved to the rhythm, transmuting a duel into a dance, at times the swish of either a coat or a tail carrying the stranger to arm's length, at times bringing them so close lips and beak had to be touching, only for the next phrase of the duel to bring them apart again.
♫ And I'll be your boy, if you say it's a gift
And you give me some more of your drug
Yeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift ♪
No, there was no illusion. This was flirting dressed up as flynning, a blade to the throat hiding a brush of the cheek and a chokehold only an excuse for a caress, the singer's blade forced out of the way as his silent partner abandoned all pretense, leading him in a choreographed sweep across the stage-
♫ Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys
Just need a little because, because ♪
-only for even these dim lights to go down and fade to black, and as the music stepped down from the bridge, and the lights returned, Phoenix was once more alone.