you're throwing up and fast. you're probably stuck in a body cast. windmills made of paper and grass. you threw a rock at the thrown , you gotta leave well enough alone. building us a permanent home, everyone needs a place where they can go.
television, little truck. I got the key but the wheel is stuck. all those half-rules, I'll bend them for you.
you're going uphill slow. you got a head full of melted snow. candle for the afterglow , it's only a paper moon you know.
as my vision doubles up, I went to call but my quarter stuck. all those high fools, I blame them too. easy
Oh how I long for this album in vinyl format! Such smoothness. Such warmth. Such execution. This music begs to be taken along and woven into memories. Everyone I’ve shared this album with has loved it. The music speaks far and wide. Shouting out to a fellow follower, Brian Lehmann, for his excellent taste in music. If not for him, I likely would have never stumbled upon this absolute gem! Plinchmo Larduktin
I was on a train travelling to Seefeld in Austria and had nothing but the Alps to look over from the windows. This was a perfect compliment to the environment I was in Robert A Johnson
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
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