Friday night, age 14, Lisa’s parents were gone
So she threw a party, I was invited
There was a girl there I’d never seen before
But I had my eye on Melissa
But she had her eye on Steve
And Steve had his eye on Christy
I couldn’t place an eye on me
But it didn’t take long to break out the bottle
Place it on the dining room table
Where we all nervously gathered in a circle
Melissa spun the bottle slow and steady
I didn’t want it to land on me
Because I was afraid she’d have an excuse not to kiss me
And the bottle landed on Steve
The rule in place was as follows, a minute alone on the dark
So to the hallway closet, Melissa and Steve took the walk
The girls gathered outside the door to see if they could hear them kissing
But they couldn’t hear nothin’ over all their giggling
The pit in my stomach, it was swallowing me
I was hoping no one was noticing
They emerged from the closet holding hands and smiling
Then Christy spun the bottle slow and steady
I didn’t want it to land on me
Because my self-confidence is always low as can be
And the bottle landed on Steve
But the rule could not be broken, so despite Melissa’s contempt
To the hallway closet, Christy and Steve they went
We were church prayer quiet while we watched the time tick away
And I was feeling every ounce of poor Melissa’s pain
When the closet door opened, Melissa turned red
And ran to Lisa’s room to cry on the bed
But our teenage loins were on fire so we forged ahead
Then Lisa spun the bottle slow and steady
I didn’t want it to land on me
Because I was pretty sure she wouldn’t kiss me
And the bottle landed on me
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022