There’s a philistine joint far from Route 66
With a classic bouquet of cheap liquor and piss
Man, she looks like a coffin, smells like the 5th of July
You’ve been waiting so long for this world to begin
Blowing three years of saving on one night of sin
Spread below us: The Future
Above us: The Wind
And it feels like the floor’s caving in
The jukebox is spewing love hollowed by slick
So you drop 16 bits upon Feelin’ Good Again
Just one glance cross the room
There ain’t no one else singing along
All the big talk tonight’s ‘bout that new girl in town
But you’ve learned best to sit out those first couple rounds
Playing cutthroat for kicks, got an 8 ball to split
And it feels like the floor’s caving in
Old Samson, he’s wielding that jawbone of ass
Edging ever so close to linguistic collapse
Once his riddles of honey
Would threaten to bring down the house
Quarter past empty that girl’s on my hip
Like some Goddess of Gab, she’s all fiction and lip
Feeds a 10 to the juke
Judgement, spare me the truth
‘Cause it feels like the floor’s caving in
supported by 11 fans who also own “For This World To Begin”
Floating on the carpet of lyrics, rhythm and sound. Hunting pedal steel and a wonderful pure voice. Thank you Kiki! And thanks to Gill Landry, for mentioning your name.
mariakeesstadlin
supported by 5 fans who also own “For This World To Begin”
Sometimes an album comes along and speaks to a part of you that was just becoming articulate, and as a small town Texas boy slowly growing to love the state (in spite of itself at times) this was exactly what I needed. mr_mcguffin
Fresh off his appearance on “Cowboy Carter,” Shaboozey presents his killer alt-country debut, available here on limited wax. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024