there's shifting winds on the rolling hearse
the lightning bolts are giving birth
25 years in the atmosphere
tell me, how the hell do I get back down to earth?
feel like a tourist here, come shake my hand
steal my watch, ruin my plans
everyone I once knew back home
is frozen in stone right where they used to stand
the devil dances with the lonely ones
the wallflower, shoe gazing, prodigal sons
the tall tale tellers holding smoking guns
glueing their feathers, flying to close to the sun
There's some food for thought, go on, lick your plate
once you've had enough walk away
after a while it all tastes the same
it gets harder to tell what you really ate
If I knew it once I don't know anymore
I dug waltzes then now I play four on the floor
the politics of love will eat your brains
long before you got time to learn the game
credits
from Sugar Sick Baby,
released November 19, 2014
Drums by Will Fegan
Produced by Mark Turrigiano
This collection of six fiddle songs is dark in color and mood, with Mattrey treating her instrument with ghostly digital effects. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2021