Good game: glad you came
Freedom of choice
In a tremulous voice
The right hand says how the left one's going to be
You should be happy now
In that painted town
Another anniversary
Largesse and magnanimity
But nothing like that comes to pass
When mirror writing writes itself
In a cursive script
That doctor padding about
Just try unpick that knotted brow
Here is an object lesson now
Like it's a...
A half glass bowl of tangerines
Dust mites living on a figurine
The working out is inside the machine
Bitcrush folksong misery
Like it's some yoke of history
See, those fingers look clean
Good game: glad you came
Freedom from choice
Our effervescent boy
Whose right eye says how the left one's going to see
You should be happy there
All those cultivated airs
Around, and about
In that painted town
supported by 4 fans who also own “The Tangerine Bowl”
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden