It feels right to take things slowly
When it's just so goddamn lowly
And you're burning in from the outside
And you're getting taken for a joy ride
Wands without magic, pentatonic Pentateuch
Might as well take pedagogy on a fluke
When sycophancy takes fancy straight en masse
Well, you might as well get down and kiss some
Asking questions of parents
The answers to which they daren't
Relinquish, due to sheer transparency
While somewhere, a lawn gnome sings longingly
That it's not me who should wake to this sleeping life
Well, shit sucks - and sucking shit supports your wife
And as you wave your magic wand just one more time
There's little hope you'll make it out with a sound mind
And body - viral infections
Are just a little better than rejection.
Validate the dates you're there, the ones you're not
Your knotted stomach now acting as a clock
Ticking and pulsing, and counting out the time
As you sift through a river of the slime
From mankind - but don't raise your whisper to a shout
No resurrection from this tomb, there's no way out
Chris Dobosz - Piano
Kenneth Kraylie - Mellotron, percussion
Ted Lewis - Lead and harmony vocals, bass, cello, acoustic and lap
steel guitars
Kate Nundal - Violin
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015