I CAN'T SHAKE THE THOUGHT
OF GOING NOWHERE
WHEN ALL THE ROADS
ARE LEADING BACK TO YOU
SOMETIMES I LOSE MYSELF
WHEN THE COLORS SEEP
RIGHT THROUGH MY BLOODSHOT EYES
WHERE WILL THIS VISION GO?
WILL IT DRIFT AWAY AND DISAPPEAR
LIKE ALL THE OTHERS HAVE?
NOW ALL I SEE IS RED
AND COVERED IN AN UNSHAKABLE HAZE
OH
IT'S NOT MY PLACE TO ASK
BUT MY PLACE TO FORGET
AND RESET ALL THE MEMORIES
THAT I THOUGHT WERE FOREVER
AND YOU CAN ALMOST COUNT
ON ME TO BITE MY TONGUE
WHEN I SAY I REGRET THE THINGS WE DID
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
WE BOTH KNOW IT ISN'T TRUE
I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO SAY
WHAT ELSE IS A MAND TO DO
WHEN ALL HIS COLORS FADE TO GREY?
I WILL KEEP THIS RAFT AFLOAT
A STATIC CURRENT WON'T PULL ME DOWN
I'VE GOTTA BUCKLE UP
AND LISTEN FOR
AND LISTEN FOR
A bonafide New Jersey garage rock ripper from Francie Moon plunges fearlessly into the murky depths of psychedelia and blues. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2022