Palate Cleanser

Demo #2 for FAWM ’22.

A saucy groove served on a bed of strained metaphor.

[VERSE]
In the company of strangers
Breaking bread around a feast
And the meals stacking higher on the trays

They keep opening their mouths
And shoving it all down.
It’s like there’s never any end to what they crave.

[VERSE]
So much on everybody’s plate
And I think I need a break
Don’t want to eat another bite oh, I’m hurting

Their going up another round
When the last ones barely down
Oh, the strangers at the table keep serving

[PRE]
It’s either feast or famine.
Like there’s nothing in between.
And now it’s got my appetite waning

The flavours getting displaced,
From the clashing of the tastes
Now it’s hard to swallow anything

[CHORUS]
I guess I need some kind of, palate cleanser
Something to wipe the taste away.
It’s hard to move on to the next thing, when the flavouring is lingering
And the next course looks like more of the same.

[VERSE]
So much on everybody’s plate
And I think I need a break
Don’t want to eat another bite it’s all too much

Their coming with another round
And it’s hard to keep it down.
Don’t seem like anyone else can get enough

[PRE]
It’s either feast or famine.
Like there’s nothing in between.
And now it’s got my appetite waning

The flavours getting displaced,
From the clashing of the tastes
Now it’s hard to swallow anything

[CHORUS]
I guess I need some kind of, palate cleanser
Something to wipe the taste away.
It’s hard to move on to the next thing, when the flavouring is lingering
And the next course looks like more of the same.