Shed a tear, pushed off the dock.
At Hunting-something-ton bay.
The underdog is gonna bottom out,
But there's no way you'll see me abate.
Toiled forever and a day,
Eleventh grade predicts my fate.
Screw every single ball and chain,
I'm the one who set the fire ablaze!
Look out, I'm coming in!
No I haven't done enough yet.
I'm sick of shivering,
And it's too quiet all around.
Sticks and stones, I'll not relent.
Sweaty brow furrows discontent.
I see hopes and a fire and a fork in the road,
Balls out, one hundred and ten percent.
A migraine and the rushing wind,
Satisfaction from having tried.
From having tried to fly so high,
My life will never be stultified.
So I went and chased the burning sun.
Drove all this way, and it still passed me up.
So I gunned it as fast as I could go.
Another eighteen hours on the road
Plateau, though it's not enough.
I'll reach the sun in a number of days.
Shed a tear, and realize time,
Evanescent as the coastal haze.
Grip my ardor, hold it tight.
Save some for the coming night.
So we can perpetually ride,
And reach some crazy matchless height.
Songs of timeless beauty and power in the mold of Vashti Bunyan and Nick Drake from enigmatic Los Angeles artist Shannon Lay. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 4, 2017