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by Rebecca Loebe


Blink and you’ll miss me

Your last chance to kiss me

is closing down, now it’s last call.  

Tables have chairs on them

legs in the air on them

bartenders mucking out stalls.



Pay for the last round

Pull all the darts out

Push the snow from the front door

Our breath in the air

Hangs like sweat in our hair

I’m timing my footsteps to yours



Tell me, I’m dying to know

Which way do you want this to go?

I am a diver and you are a pearl

I’d trade a lung full of water for all of your love in the-


Worlds have been built

In less time than we’ve killed

Fumbling: keys, wallet, purse

I can be patient, but you’ve gotta say it

I’m waiting for better or worse



Tell me, is it one cab or two?

I can’t choose me for you

You are a hurricane I flutter by

I’d trade a furious frenzy for all of the calm in your eye.


Blink and you’ll miss me

Your last chance to kiss me

Is closing down, now it’s last call


MANAGEMENTRalph Jaccodine. ralph@ralphjaccodine.com (617.393.9800)

US CLUB & FESTIVAL BOOKING: Mary Granata. mary@granataagency.com (973.208.7291)

RECORD LABEL: Blue Corn Musicdaria@bluecornmusic.com

PUBLICITY: Nick Loss-Eaton. nick.losseaton@gmail.com

EMAIL REBECCA: rebecca@rebeccaloebe.com