She’s a wanderer, a philosopher, my darlin’ is a fountain of youth
Keeps Springsteen by her bed but she don’t listen till he’s dead she said “until then I’ll stick to my Delta Blues”
She got mountains on her mind and never lets a poem rhyme and she’s never been the first to shoot
Drinks whisky when she cries and says the north star never lies and when she smiles he’s as hot as hundred proof
And at 5am she finds my Remington and watches the sun rise over the keys
I could die a happy man listenin’ to the letters slam and splittin’ sheets with the writer next to me
Best damn thing I’ve seen
I’m a busker, I’m a rustler, I’m a mapmaker’s brother too
Write melodies like wine and I trellis every rhyme and this harvest hasn’t stopped since I met you
Keep secrets in these curls, tangled, hidden from the world best way I’ve seen of easin’ round the truth
Drink coffee black as ink, always shoot before I think, and I’d never be caught dead without my boots
And at 6 o’clock darlin’ when your train stopped I was waitin’ like a hurricane
To see the lightnin’ flashin’ in your eyes when I make landfall on your thighs and wash every other lover’s face away
So don’t you hesitate
Pulled your heartstrings, hot as New Orleans and I burned my throat just tryin’ to sing in tune
So I let your chorus answer from those hands as strong as cancer sketchin’ skyscrapers outta lines from this haiku
And If you’ll build a town for me I’ll proudly waltz you down it’s streets I’ll serenade you with melodies I’ve brewed
So hold me tight while you’re still here cuz I got a love bigger than fear and there ain’t no one who needs it more than you
Cuz your time zone’s gonna change and our new days won’t switch the same when the Atlantic and America come between
But we’ll find lovers that won’t die- they’ll stay faithful we’ll deny every whisky-tinted white noise memory
Of a life when love was free
Penny postcard, stuck ‘neath the strings of this guitar is hittin’ my heart just like a freight train flyin’ through
And if we’d taught these streets to talk I’d let Charlotte and Maple cross, and stitch our story back from the patches we left strewn
Like October leaves ‘neath an oak, our footprints in the snow, or the shrapnel from the chances that we blew
Cuz you left this hometown haunted, every other love I’ve wanted hasn’t held me half as tight as I held you
So last night I took that clock and a gun I never shot and it got blown away in a vigilante wind
You always told me “time’s a lie” so as I watched those pieces fly I realized as long as I’d see you again
It didn’t matter when.
The Shivas deliver a set of righteous three-chord wonders with a mean streak that will always be to the tastes of a certain doomy subset of ‘60s rock fans. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 29, 2019