Outside a parked Cadillac. Inside Doris continuously pours coffee every time the cup is empty. The benches are made of red sky and the skin sticks to the touch. When someone wants to get up from the table it sounds prrrrttttt. Some boys and girls order waffles with ice cream when three long, skinny guys come through the door. They come from another time, they are out of place, carrying a guitar, synthesizers and a bass. They sing something strange, unintelligible. The chorus seems to talk about a garden in Berlin. Someone should sing the chorus.
Flipping Flippers are Octavio Garabello on guitar and vocals. J. Pastor on synthesizers and vocals. M. S. Montellano on bass and vocals.