This town is a ghost land
Like sleeping in a stranger’s bed
An empty pulse struggles
But the heart of Texas is dead
So you let out a sigh
Then breathe in a goodbye
We’ve gotten so good at saying goodbye
Goodbye to the ocean the skyline
Goodbye to the coast and the sand glittering like
Each grain was alive with its own soul
It’s been hours since these pills dissolved
But I cannot feel the effects at all
In the dead of the night
All is quiet all is calm
When we are dead in the night
They’ve come to cleanse your soul with a dirty bomb
You got me shaking like the surgeon’s hands
And I never felt more alive in the dead of night
Quicksand in the hourglass
With the sun against our backs
We climb as high as we can
Go on and pick your poison
Show me the difference between slave and servant
Cuz all those things you say they sound so perfect
When we get as high as we can
We could get each other so high
but I know you’ll always find some way to let me down
Free-flowing, loosely structured songs that borrow lightly from jazz and ambient but expand in directions all their own. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2023