Praised be the rested and the cool-hand swain
A feather in his wavy hair
A prize for the calmer and the kinder Jane
A spot on the grass in the air
Bet you wish you had another chance
Bet you feel the heat
Bet you'd ask that bonnie lad to dance
Bet you scatter sleet
I just gotta' get you in my getaway car
A ticket to the reedy breeze
I just gotta' make a case for gazing at the stars
Count them or name them or sleep
Come on now you got another chance
Come on now let's ride
Come on now you know you know this dance
Come on kick the tide
Leave all those behind, the barkers and the mobs
Rivet all the ranks with a sigh
Black and white is watertight but goldenrod
Is growing in a garden nearby
Lay it down, the scripture and the sword
Lay it on a pile
Lay it down the bullhorn pre-record
Cadillac awhile
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023