Sail towards the summer
With a slack-string smile, let loose
Time is up for striped socks
I got my bare feet groove
Sail towards the summer
Flicker fire-pit passion for fuel
Time is up for grad boots
I got my bare feet grove
My hope survives that winter will divide, no more snow -
Yeah it piled on, it froze, it got old
Tigris or Euphrates, it’s your pick my lady
It’s gonna be eighty in that bamboo hut, not hot enough, we gonna make it deluxe
Our minds are back in our bodies
Acting wacky with some wicked whiskey
On mounds of snow, we lay and crow
We make like love soaked eskimos
My hope survives that winter will divide, no more snow -
Yeah it piled on, it froze, it got old
credits
from Abstract Aches,
released August 25, 2015
Thanks to James Byam for laying down bass.
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