*Drums - Louis Vassar
**Guitar/Layering - Jason Touri
***Mix - D.K.
lyrics
A young cypress against a star spackled sky,
Set an eerie backdrop for the feel of the night.
Pitifully lost a haphazard shot in the dark,
Realizing too late that I’ve missed my mark.
The mist hangs low as it traverses the slope making it clear,
If I want to roll with you I’ve got to play it off austere.
Coming up on a break, looks like the dead end of my last mistake.
Maybe our trails are right on track, the blazes reveal we pick up again at the switchback.
Glassy-eyed I will swallow my pride like I usually do,
Swinging with those demons to create a perception of a leveled out mood.
The origin of vanity
A reflection off a lake
Causing refraction in your course
Coarsely chopping at a space
A slated spot existing at the bottom of the neck
Sends an electrifying pulse like a charge at depth
Systematically nervous a deep instilled fear
Raised with the wool over our eyes never to be
Shear-stress forgone i’m beginning to hear the creak
Of my own drive to learn snapping past its peak
Coming up on a break, looks like the dead end of my last mistake.
Maybe our trails are right on track, the blazes reveal we pick up again at the switchback.
credits
from Knee Deep,
released December 4, 2018
*Drums - Louis Vassar
**Guitar/Layering - Jason Touri
***Mix - D.K.
Marvelously languid soul and jazz intermingle on these low-lit songs from Sebastian Roca, with feather-light guitars and shuffling drums. Bandcamp New & Notable May 9, 2020