Come through again, lone riders, take all they can
Sometimes I’ve said, what’s to say? Sometimes we’re wrong
Follow my lead, faint worries, seek out your own
Take all you plead, stay true to me, what’s there to know
Woke up beside my own shrunken head, I’m mad
What’s that, I am not further detached truly
Sought out, parked beneath a fallen tree, the last time
Saylo
Worn out again, strung out my friend? Patience comes in threes
Sometimes I beg and plead for, the remnants of our youth
Send forth I plead your armies, take what we earn
Cold stares at last warm morning, fate finds a way
Woke up beside my own shrunken head, I’m mad
What’s that, I am not further detached truly
Sought out, parked beneath a fallen tree, the last time
Saylo
The flac version of this sounds great in my truck... not a crunch, clip or boom to be heard. That, in itself, gets this major points.
This is a lovely combination of early Floyd, U2 and a few San Francisco bands from the '60s with a heavy dose of Helmet tossed in. It's definitely best of breed when it comes to modern psych stuff. Even without a Hammond B3, it gets an easy A+... rick-taylor