The edict came down from heaven in 1970
Sports cars and wallets all lined up to march into the sea
Various presidents' residences would relocate
They couldn't find an accountant to fix the rate
So they walked into the ocean
Slept in their coats and ties
But when they thought about it
There was too much invested
They took a hit!
Radio sends static transmission
Just when we all thought the worst was done
(We) aimed our headlights straight into the sun
Jagged Eisenhower on the run!
The treasury had one last thing to do
And then they were through:
A special dime made of solid gold
For you to swim and hold.
Two slabs of surfy psych-rock instrumentals from a group that's been doing it longer than you've been alive, probably. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2024