i guess this is where the more serious songs start, if it wasn't obvious already that i was alone listening to bob dylan constantly while making these songs, it should be by now. i think i sort of left the influence behind after this, but still, gotta point that out, shameless, really. anyway i did a little call out for him in this song.
lyrics
saturday morning lifts me up
empties my head and fills my cup
saw myself a sudden sight
a dream appeared before my eyes
in shallow streets
the poets cry
the gig is up-
our prophets died
the moon bleeds pus
my head is fried
there's a burning blimp
up there with my name on it
the ashes of the blimp they fly
up like leaves and stain the sky
the sight is seen for many miles
the poet then, begins to smile
picks up his pen
scratches page
with every word
he wilts with age
his fingers shake
his pen runs dry
before he falls
he scatters the pages
so, i set out in that morn
with bob's words to get born
they warm my heart and clear my eyes
yeah, they dance away and tease my mind
'cuz getting born
is silly stuff
apriest told me
i'm not old enough
i've been waiting
all my life
you born me
once now born me
twice man!
folks today don't have time
to look a friend in the eye
to grow a garden or feel a tide
they shrivel in their shells and die
they tap away
about their days
there's a million others
with more to say
they don't shut up
so they shut em out
while it rains oil and hell
from a black cloud
father took all that we got
left us here to stink and rot
philosophizing 'bout why and when
till the cock crows 'n we forget again
jesus died on a cross
today he dies as
they burn mosques
the smoke filled sky
won't cloud their hate
they'd eat him alive
just for a small taste
sunday morning drags on by
imaginary clouds haunt the sky
harder days seem like they'll stay
'till we scratch our heads and choose another way
Really gotta give Squat! a listen, I've got a bunch of pals in this band. My pal Pete is super riotous drummer, Matt is a warm-hearted madman and Tom is a guru at making surfy psychedelic melodies. Erk
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016