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From the new album PLEASURE.
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On PLEASURE:

"Thrilling and supremely confident”
Paste Magazine (8.2 out of 10)

“A brilliant sonic reboot”
Allmusic (4 stars out of 5)

"Lerche's finest work since his debut”
Under The Radar (8 stars out of 10)

"The beauty of Pleasure's vintage danceteria lies in its sharp 21st-century focus and Lerche's consistently reliable songwriting skills”
Magnet, 8 stars out of 10

"Pleasure‘s success comes in riding the tension between desire and achieving one’s desire, of the thrill of the chase doing its best to avoid the finality of fulfillment"
Popmatters, (8 out of 10)

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Director / editor: Evan Savitt
DP: Zach Sullivan
HMU: Rachel Estabrook
Production Designer: Emily Ecoiffier
Choreography: Ellenore Scott

Featuring David Heilman, Gabrielle Sibeko, Tori Pierce and Kaori Hiwasa.


SERENADING IN THE TRENCHES
Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag
and you were biding your time
Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time
and you were biding your time and you were biding your time
Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot
Shed all my luggage, all your fuck-me-boots
Cute as a button on a wounded high horse
Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse
Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall
Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall
Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind
Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost time

Serenading in the trenches
Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
Serenading in the trenches
Do you wanna make love in stead
Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
Bled out from paper cuts all over the news
Softened the bruises with a one-sided truce

Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace
Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace
Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself
Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf
Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me
Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory

Serenading in the trenches
Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
Serenading in the trenches
Do you wanna make love in stead
Cute-ass casualties, uh, clueless come-ons
Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence

Oh what a beautiful boy child
Oh boy, the man of my dreams
Oh what a big boy, what a boy child
Oh man, oh boy, what a dream
Oh boy, you’re preaching to the wrong choir I know what’s up, my time is up
I know what’s up, my time is up