Recorded live, in-studio and featuring Oli Kraus (Cello), Philip Krohnengold (Keys), Daniel Rhine (Bass), Al Sgro (Baritone Gtr), & Jordan West (Drums).
The rattlesnakes and fireflies
Are stranded at the border between you and me.
And the static on the radio
Is preaching to the children of infinity.
You stay up late to speak in tongues
And redefine the boundaries of sanity,
Swaying to the sounds of Sister Ray.
And we never knew how vulnerable we were.
Andalucia, I know you been around, you crazy girl.
Andalucia, you hands are on the wheel,
But you're slipping.
The greener grass we traded for the mysteries of skinny hips and confidence.
And the literary casualties cool when souls are hewn from vowels and consonants.
Stabbed in the eyes by the spectacle of up the beach,
And we never knew how vulnerable we were.
No, we never knew, we never knew.
Things get shattered,
And things get shaken.
Things get tattered,
And things forsaken.
Things get spent,
And things get spoken.
Things get bent,
And things get broken.
Yeah, yeah.
Andalucia, I know you been around, you crazy girl.
Andalucia, I know you been around, you crazy girl.
Andalucia, you hands are on the wheel,
But you're slipping, you're slipping.
Andalucia, I know you been around, you crazy girl.
21 фев 2024
