time's gonna take them from me, man from his troubles. wipe them from my memory, and blow them like bubbles
tempting the fate again you're an erasure, falling on deaf ears when you come around
sure I got nothing to loose so tickle my fancy. where once there was no way to choose with whom you'd be dancing
breaking the icicles give me a moment, tearing the flowers up out of the ground for you
telling no time of the day, where should I go? shading the part of your face that I'd like to know
taking a walk out in thunder and lightning, how would I ever guess to open the door for you
If Wooden Shjips traded their sails for a prairie schooner, this is what you might hear them playing around the campfire at night on the Great Plains: homespun country-rock with a hint of psychedelia. Wonderful stuff, from start to finish. neu-mann
Entire album is excellent. As is the rest of the catalog. Go back to 1970...take the Dead and Floyd and roll them up. Yet completely different.
Just plain old GOOD MUSIC. Ed Fransko
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024