An elegy to beloved memories of time and place and to Fourth Avenue in Tucson, specifically.
(R.I.P. Plush/Flycatcher Lounge)
lyrics
The ghosts and I are dancing underneath the Avenue
Though I don't write it down in time, I swear to god it's true
Drum beats in the underpass are washing over us
Soundtrack to a trainwreck and a world that never was
And time will take its wage
And joy demands her place upon the stage
Until it breaks me
I will stay here underground
Coffee beans and fever dreams
And songs yet to be sung
Half forgotten confidence
And whiskey on my tongue
Moonlight over bottle glass
And footsteps overhead
If it weren't for Sundays
Then I might as well be dead
And all of this will count
Our sermons on the mount
Belong to only those who love us well
And keep us underground
credits
from Blinded,
track released July 22, 2019
Mario Cordova - guitars, acoustic bass
Julie Jennings-Patterson - vocals, harmonies, electric bass
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