“Venetian Blinds, bound to be partly closed for eternity,
Offer a glimpse into a miniature of trompe-l’oeil and deceitful appearances.Time sometimes lets truth leak.
Due to some obscure little schemes your name was never mentioned:
Belinda de Bruyn, you sung with a glacial voice, shaping fantasies with surgical mastery.You were young, inexperienced, and very angry and deceived – and Kyoto’s song became a lone pop hit that never reached the charts. In the paranoid era that bred it, it should have.
It has to. Give this ode to consenting voyeurism a second chance.
Get the one you love a bouquet of black painted roses, this record and a venomous kiss.”