Recorded in Pullman (Rhythm) and Adna (Vox and Harmonica), Washington
lyrics
I been dreamin’ of a lakeshore and a Pendleton Overcoat
Snow settlin’ on Jasper Pines while I follow you up the road
I been thinkin’ bout a fireplace and a chimney whistlin’ smoke
And the way you curl up next to me when you read the stories I wrote
I been ponderin’ the Ponderosas in the evening monochrome
With her hazy grays and lazy days of eatin’ what we’ve grown
I have had the luck of a Larkspur whose seeds have just been sown
By the well-worn hand of a farmer and the best lover that he’s known
Darlin’ you got the kinda soul Butch Cassidy couldn’t steal
And you could start a heartbreak Bogart would be hard-pressed to conceal
You been born as tough as Dixie, lived through love like a battle field
And if your dreams ain’t yet blown to smithereens I’d love for you to let me make 'em real
Because if I could see the evergreen shine in your Inland Empire eyes each night
And spend my mornings alongside you with a loaf of bread and a sunrise
Oh there’s no dollar I’d need again cuz no fortune could buy
The feelin’ of your freewheelin’ fingers intertwined in mine
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