A song I wrote at work in Easton, MA...where I probably wasn't supposed to be writing songs.
lyrics
DIgging a ditch on my own
Every bucket of dirt, there's two buckets of stone
She likes to smile when she sings
So they bring her flowers, among other things
I said don't you know life's better on the radio?
She looked at me and she said, I guess so
Now I'm blowing bubbles and I'm smoking cigarettes
Anything I can to dry up this cold sweat, cold sweat, cold sweat.
I got a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt.
I went to work and I fell asleep, yeah.
I swam down the river to the tune of an angel harp
It doesn't much matter, cause you are extra sharp.
Extra Sharp (x2)
Well I woke up one morning, I was hung under
Craving some rain, but even more thunder
I nearly forgot I knew how to cry
Why do we all keep our eyes so dry, so dry, so dry?
I got a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt.
I went to work and I fell asleep, yeah.
I swam down the river to the tune of an angel harp
It doesn't much matter, cause you are extra sharp.
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