It’s been a while since I spent some time with my favorite crazy twins, the Gibbons sisters. June and Jennifer––whose ridiculously bizarre bio can be found here––were, a British correspondent of mine told me, a favorite subject of The Manic Street Preachers, whose music sounds a bit quaint now but who were, in the eighties and nineties, considered the apex of dark. Below, MSP’s song “Tsunami,” about the Gibbons twins. (Someone please track down a copy of Pepsi-Cola Addict for me!)
“Tsunami”
Holding onto me forever
Disco dancing with the rapists
Your only crime is silence
Can’t work at this anymore
Can’t move I want to stay at home
Tied up to all these crutches
Never far from your hands
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Can’t speak, can’t think, won’t talk, won’t walk
Doctors tells me that I’m cynical
I tell them that it must be chemical
So what am I doing girl
Cry into my drink I disappear
Eyes for teeth grating over me
Bring down the shadows of my mind
Sleep and breathe under our sheets
Inhale the anxiety in – between, in – between, in – between, in – between
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Through September under the weather
In – between, in – between, in – between, in – between
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Tsunami tsunami
Came washing over me
Take the GI’s I will have the spies
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