(Ocho):
When the lights go out in the city,
Are you gonna be there with me?
Tell me are you down with the gritty?
Are you gonna be on my team?
I've got the world in the palm of my hand
and it's slipping, slipping
like a grain of sand
When the lights go out in the city,
Are you gonna be there with me?
Tell me are you down with the gritty?
Are you gonna be on my team?
I've got the world in the palm of my hand
and it's slipping, slipping
like a grain of sand
Are you, are you gonna be there with me?
Tell me are you down with the gritty?
Are you gonna be on my team?
Are you gonna be on my team?
(Osc)
Don't Give me a brain aneurysm
We got the henny for that you damn kitten
Serpent in the garden
Armageddon wrist cut
between the DJ, bartender, stripper, bouncer tip cup
Open my fist up, blow away this dust
Poking the skin like a ghost with the thin touch
the undead walk within the goose pimple chicken lumps
Home again, what's it been?
Water rinse up
Drive slow in the ride
Roll up, let the rims stunt
'78 Ford box truck with a bent bumper
It rumbles it roars, it tears up the bourough
then slumber with --
And scare dumb squirrels
(Ocho):
When the lights go out in the city,
Are you gonna be there with me?
Tell me are you down with the gritty?
Are you gonna be on my team?
I've got the world in the palm of my hand
and it's slipping, slipping
like a grain of sand
(Boon):
When the lights burned out,
there was no doubt
I'm standing on the top to shout:
Freedom!
But now I'm here
and these ghosts keep haunting me
The Army, the Navy, the Military, honestly
You got to fight for your city
and your country
Freedom of the free, that's freedom of the peace
But with all these people that were caught up in the act,
I hold the first amendment, Come on, that's a fact
I say what I please,
You can't contest to that
Or else you'll end up in the depths of a sand trap
before the lives that are born to this society
Its over when the lights burned out in the city
(Ocho):
When the lights go out in the city,
Are you gonna be there with me?
Tell me are you down with the gritty?
Are you gonna be on my team?
I've got the world in the palm of my hand
and it's slipping, slipping
like a grain of sand
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022