Oh well it seems
Summer's coming round
Oh an it sounds like
Skipping vinyl telling songs of warm sun
And melting into your love
Oh its my favorite game we play anyway
Imprint left on me
Like a criminal on white paper
I folded in to an airplane
Lit aflame and let it and my self go
For an hour or so come May
Oh and you seem
Out of sorts today
Oh I can tell by
The way electric city light
Places shadows on your face
And the city skyline will never sway your way
Imprint left on me
Like a criminal on white paper
I folded in to an airplane
Lit aflame and let it and my self go
Imprint left on me
Like a criminal on white paper
I folded in to an airplane
Lit aflame and let it and my self go
For an hour or so
Now you say you're lost and alone
When you call me up on the telephone
And your heart feels cold you say
But all through May
I smoked and smoked and smoked and smoked and smoked and
I smoked your soul away
I smoked your soul away
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024