you were so close to the end, ya know
but it's so far away from you now
and you rambled, and you gambled
and you damnd those who fled your warmer house
who's dead in your head now?
You choke to know the songs you wrote
now golden rings are bitter things
on your toes, you'll overdose on doubt
we were hangin' out at my parents' house
with our backpacks strapped across our laps
I went to her place, saw a new her face
we were braced, she relates, something had changed
isn't it strange?
You choke to know the songs you wrote
now golden rings are bitter things
all you know's your comatose without
a ghost as medicine
you're in your head tryin' to claw it out
don't try the past again
you were a christian man
now sort it out for yourself
you choke to know the songs you wrote
the golden things are hard to see
it's dark to me, it's dark to me, it's out
The latest from Sonny Smith's long-running San Francisco outfit is clever and very sweet and more than a little bit country. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 3, 2021