I’d feel her coming from down the square
Cos something would change in the midsummer air
And though I never even saw the tip of her hair, she was there
Friends will consult in the season of wine
About some words said that never were mine
But the way that they shimmer, and the way that they shine
They’re fine
Don’t be a martyr for a cause trapped in the blue
You’ll make it harder for the good light to shine through
Just take the essence of the trees
In with the incandescent breezes
Then the fields explode in red
What a day to be sonic dead
(summer shining fish ribbon echo the horse canyon flower to the wall and a sable I sees ya getting anxious in the cold watermelon taste caramel apple fringe on the gulf sway bawl in the factory ticket)
I’m running late but I have to report
Back to the fool’s gate, where jesters hold court
And though I’m trying hard not to relate to the sort Life’s short
So give a wave as I wander below
I’ll surface someday when much softer winds blow
The breeze from your bones and your fossils feels the glow
Sounds like a great soundtrack for an America as crusty as the tiles on their album cover. Lush instrumentation, pulls you in hypnotically. Magilla Shuwall
My good friend Keith produced and engineered this one. Sounds like you're right there in the room headbanging along. Drives heavy and keeps it interesting. Magilla Shuwall