How to say, what I want to say
In the morning rain, while the palm trees sway
Your lips are kind, say you've got to go
Have I lost my mind, did I move too slow
For how to say
Shoulders fall, make a graceful dive
To a coral moon, from a mountain side
A hidden pearl, in your own blue world
You fade away, and it's much too late
For how to say
Dead grass waves, from the beach below
On a cliff I wait, while I watch you go
A seagull's song, such a dreadful tune
I'd best move on, like a lost balloon
A boy grows old, now he's turning grey
These words he'll hold, for it's much too late
For how to say
One of best albums of 2020, and it's criminal how underheard it is. Incredibly creative and unique, Trevor seems to be saying that it's hard not to be jaded with the way the world holds us down, but he answers with a mighty shrug of hope or indifference - it can be hard to tell which it is at the end of your rope. An outstanding set of last-call-songs. Ross Weidman
This is the second in a series of weekly album reviews published by Andrew Dubber. If you haven’t already caught it, please check out his introductory post. The world appears to be littered with bearded young men with acoustic guitars and notebooks full of verse, access to old pianos, and mournful string players. Few have … Continue reading Album of the Week: Fire on the Vine → Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 6, 2011
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