I went to work
after the war
afraid I'd fall through the cracks
But they thought
I thought myself kinda clever
so they played me at defensive back
across a man who measured time
by the years since Cobain had died
that married a widow
from a far away island
because they had enough to share
The day to day down by the docks
play out like a game of Tetris
bring up supper, we're skipping breakfast again
and I bet the Warden is pissed
Through it all we get along
but the night commith early
when we show up at 6:30
and like plenty of sleep at night
so,
in the interest of saving time
we get paid by the hour
but I think he's losing his mind
well,
we're all losing our minds
Misheard dirty words
out on the virgin sea
broken glass on the isle
we laugh all the while
as they polish the quarters and plea
that someone else
take a turn
before he drowns
and I get burned alive at the stake
while the Spanish Armada carries you away
off to conquer the planet
in search of treasure hidden underneath us
at the bottom of the ocean
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021